“Most northern of the Isles is where the strongest of Magic Paths can unfold in all the World.”

Skjald Vinotis



We have realised it is among the places with the longest tradition for Mana Manipulation. As the texts of old mention it as far back as the Dark Ages.

Skjald Valgrif





Although they did so reluctantly, all four Kings and Queens swore allegiance to the High King and, as such, were part of The Realm. But during The Great Invasion they became detached and gained no support from Midgard or the other Isles. So they broke ties officially and declined to join the Cleansing Crusade, focusing solely on cleaning their own Isle.

Since then, the two kings and two queens have ruled their own countries and meet once every six months to discuss Findon matters. A hot topic at these are the continued support of the Mana Manipulator population coming in and out of the academy and the uphold cost of the Findon Fleet.

Skjald Sigurd



Mana Manipulators need to be extra careful when setting the Mana Sea in motion, as the energies here run so strong that one can easily be sucked into their own manipulation and end up as swirling energies adding to the event. Speaking of energies, I’m low, so better get filled.

Skjald Yell'a'Beard


It was not hard to tell she came from down south, close to The Rim, with her pale whiteish pink skin, freckles, big reddish hair, plumb cheeks, and braggingly loud voice. It was hard to tell if it was a nasty insult, a failed flirt, or cunning plotting. But, at some point late that evening, she became infuriated and said something really nasty to a Bard. She returned it with a fling of fingers and a small gust of manipulated force, resulting in her spilling her ale onto her breasts and laughter erupting across the tables. As she jumped up, uttering a curse and unsheating her curved hand and half blade, she Channeled forced herself into her sweep. Se felt a sudden surge of power, rage, fury, energy, and despair—a despair matched by the eyes of the bard as he could feel the manipulation reaching for him. Her blade swept through the room, ripping her arm clean off, and went straight through the bard and out through the wall. The rest of her became an odd swirling mist of clothes and flesh that merged with the target, and they whirled out through the hole as well. Some of the guests ran outside and claimed the merged couple at first attacked them in an insane rage, then sobbed and fled into the wilderness.

Skjald El Mary

Last Updated on 2024-02-22 by IoM-Christian