Now everyone in Ansparia, and a lucky few in other realms of existence, know that the race of Gnomes have such technological precision so as to be the epitome of mechanical engineering. So when Kezik said the Gnomes are unmatched except for the Vaki, that was high praise. High praise and more than a little disdain. Vaki are a strange race of creatures in Ansparia. They are generally not seen as refined enough to be considered one of the Civilized Races, nor are they devoid of empathy as the Uncivilized Races. To each group, they belong to the other, but in all reality they seek to stay out of the…

Kezik held the feather close to his face, examining it through eyes still encrusted with sleep. He squinted, memorizing every detail. The answer – it had to be here somewhere. There was always an answer. “Who are you?” he whispered to the feather both expecting an answer, and not. He turned it around to examine the other side. It clearly was not a natural feather. It was created, and someone had created it. Every race had different styles, different characteristics about their art. Dwarves were unmatched in nearly all things gem-related. The Noms had no equal when it came to culinary arts. The flowing nature of the elves had an…

“Where is it?” rushed the frantic words from Kezik’s mouth. “Where did it go?” His body stumbled clumsily around his workshop, a small alcove in the hallway, lined with two layers of shelves. He shoved a pile of woven, reed cannisters aside, one tipping over and rolling off the shelf into the middle of the room. He couldn’t help but feel the panic growing. This invention could cause great harm to the world if it fell into the wrong hands. Kezik wore this night’s nightmare like a mantle. It weighed down on his shoulders as he searched for his missing invention. In his dream he watched as he built it,…