Lore of MirMarnia

Welcome to the Lore - the shared memory of MirMarnia. Each image below leads to a tale, a creature, a kinline, or a ritual.

Click on whichever calls to you and wander deeper into the realms of MirMarnia.

MirMarnian Waltz
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The Mirage Wraiths wandered the thresholds between the seen and the remembered, drifting through forest and fen with steps that left no imprint.
Predators of the Border-Wilds: On Oath-Rot, Reflections, and the Price of Broken Vows
A stag wrought from winter, and what it means to see one
The Sentient Groves and Living Vessels of the Emaris: A Study in Collaborative Consciousness As recorded by Aldric the Woodwise, Scholar of Drakkensund, in the third year of Chieftain Haldor’s leadership
A Tour Guide’s Honest Account of the Floating Market by Marten Deepcurrent, Licensed Guide & Markethand (22 years' service, and counting)
MirMarnian Lore: Extract from The Riverward Chronicles, Volume II Preserved in the Hall of Drakkensund, copied from earlier manuscripts of uncertain date
Shellback Turtles — Field Notes of Dr Liora Venn, MirMarnian Naturalist The Shellbacks of the Emaris are less an animal than a paragraph in the river’s memory, pondered, patient, and inked into the water itself.
Shadow Feeders How hungry shadows track the unguarded spark of new magic, the quiet rituals that hold them at bay, and what old songs teach us about protection more than steel.
Lore Segment: Field Notes of Jonas Thinwhorble on the Skrathen Recovered from a weathered journal, its pages stained with damp and ash, attributed to Jonas Thinwhorble, itinerant wanderer and bird-keeper of no fixed abode.
The Virehound is not a beast that announces itself with noise or spectacle. It arrives with a scraping whisper, claws tracing unseen patterns into the stone.
The disturbance in question caused significant disruption to my professional activities, resulted in the loss of valuable spell components, and left me standing in freezing water with my skirt tucked into my knickers.
In the world beyond worlds, upon the distant sphere of Tioria where light bends differently and the stars trace patterns unknown to our own night sky, there exists a people born of paradox. They are called Lightweavers, and they are shaped by the ver
In the days before stone was shaped and rivers named, when MirMarnia was yet wild with the first dreaming of the land, the Pogonariel rose from the grass itself. They are not creatures who dwell among the meadows, they are the meadow made conscious,
The tree house holds many magics, but the memory window is perhaps its most intimate gift. It shows not what was, but what the heart holds precious. Not truth as others might see it, but truth as it lives in the quiet chambers where we keep our deare
The Elvish Kindreds of MirMarnia A Comparative Study of Magical Manifestation Across the Five Kindreds. By Maerwynn of the Wandering Library, Scholar of Lineages and Keeper of the Cartulary of Living Things
The following entries are taken from my private catalogue of incidents I considered educational. I recorded them during my early years as an apprentice archivist, when I still believed that careful observation might save me from the more embarrassing
The ballad concerns Thornwick, a figure I have encountered in no fewer than seven regional variants across MirMarnia. Each version differs slightly - in one he is described as having skin of birch rather than oak, in another he speaks aloud rather th
The pools lie a short distance from one of the old waystations, those curious dwellings that appear when needed and vanish when they are not. The path winds between exposed roots that rise from the earth like the knuckles of some vast buried hand. I
The blossoms themselves are pale, fragrant and inclined to fall in a manner that suggests they have given the matter considerable thought before doing so.
On the Matter of the Amentine Wall
His name wore down over time, as names do when they fall from daily speech, until it settled somewhere between man and god.
Hnothari Forests in Walnut Shells