Worlds
Blight, The The faerie name for the human world. Once Faerie shared a greater connection to the Blight, but no more. Only a very few portals exist between the two, though there are Fey sorcerers who make the journey without such a portal.
Faerie A dimension of sorcery inhabited by such magical creatures as fairies (the Fey), trolls, and giants. It has been ravaged frequently by wars (the Twilight Wars), though recently there has been a prolonged period of peace. New trouble appears to be brewing.
Hades The Underworld. A pocket dimension that is home to the faded gods and monsters—some of them flesh and some only spirit—of the Greek legends. Its gates are located outside of the Ayil Asomati caves on the Cape of Matapan (Taenarus) on the Ionian Sea. Its former ruler, Hades, committed suicide, but it seems likely his ghost—like that of so many others—still lingers there.
Hell A collective term for dozens—perhaps hundreds—of alternate dimensions populated by demons and other malevolent beings, and where suffering and cruelty are the norm.
River of Souls Also known as the Soulstream, this is the flow of souls from life to the afterlife. It is the limbo area between the land of the living and the spirit gates that lead to the soul's final rest.
Shadowpaths A world made up of shadows, into which each shadow in the human world is a doorway, if you have the power to travel the paths.
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Famous quotes containing the word worlds:
“The soul’s dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made:
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.”
—Edmund Waller (1606–1687)
“Where there is an observatory and a telescope, we expect that any eyes will see new worlds at once.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“In the far South the sun of autumn is passing
Like Walt Whitman walking along a ruddy shore.
He is singing and chanting the things that are part of him,
The worlds that were and will be, death and day.
Nothing is final, he chants. No man shall see the end.
His beard is of fire and his staff is a leaping flame.”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)