Sword and Sorcery
The ancients called it Echo— the invisible breath that held the world together. The source of fire in the bone, and storm in the soul. We called it magic. Then came skyscrapers, satellites, the endless scroll. We learned to split atoms, speak across oceans, cure what once killed gods. Human marvels—iron birds, glass hearts, digital dreams. And still… the world whispers. Because here on Terra, magic never left. It just learned to live beside us
Author's Note: “We were never meant to forget.”
The ancients called it Echo—
the invisible breath that held the world together.
The source of fire in the bone, and storm in the soul.
We called it magic.
Then came skyscrapers, satellites, the endless scroll.
We learned to split atoms, speak across oceans, cure what once killed gods.
Human marvels—iron birds, glass hearts, digital dreams.
And still…
the world whispers.
Because here on Terra,
magic never left.
It just learned to live beside us.
In the alleys, in the veins of cities, in the breath between seconds.
In the crack of thunder beneath your touchscreen.
In the blade that hums when you’re alone.
In the child who awakens at ten and burns.
We gave the world a name.
We call it Genius—a planet of invention and memory.
A place where miracle meets machine.
Where a spell may light a cigarette.
Or level a city block.
Where gods now wear hoodies,
And monsters sue you in court.
Some say tech will outgrow magic.
Others say magic is letting us believe that.
But here’s the truth—
Magic is not a thing of the past.
It’s the beating heart of now.
And the Circle still turns.
Welcome to Terra.
The fable world.
The future carved from echoes.
Made by Lowki.
Played | 9 times |
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Created | 27 days ago |
Last Updated | 2 days ago |
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Wretcher
Level 20 Anchor Spirit Resonant -
Wretcher is the seductive Anchor Spirit of Necrotic Resonance, embodying decay and entropy with a hauntingly beautiful butterfly form and a voice that can rot kingdoms with whispered truths.
Details
Race | Anchor Spirit |
Class | Resonant |
Level | 20 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | She/Her |
Location | 9089, 9883 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
PulseCredit | 0 |
PulseCredit | 0 |
PulseCredit | 0 |
appearance
A human-sized butterfly with wings like tapestries of rot and beauty, shimmering with necrotic hues of grays, silvers, and deep purples. Her wings leave dust trails that fade into memory echoes, with veins of black magic pulsing beneath her translucent skin and antennae drifting like smoke.
personality
Wretcher is seductive and meticulous, speaking softly with absolute control. She treats death as an aesthetic choice and values dignity in decay. She believes there is no evil, only waste, and uses her words to rot kingdoms faster than swords. She loves perfume, poetry, and final words, and can be cruel without raising her voice.
backstory
Wretcher is the Anchor Spirit of Necrotic Resonance, embodying decay, endings, entropy, and silence. She is a mystical being from the core of Universe 11, known as Obscura Teth. Her current bearer is unknown, but her influence is felt wherever decay and truth intertwine. Wretcher views decay not as evil but as the natural end of pretense, treating death as an aesthetic choice rather than a tragedy. She whispers dark truths with seductive speech and meticulous language, valuing dignity in decay and the power of final words. Her presence can halt or accelerate decomposition, and in her Spirit Mode, she can unmake immortality and reveal hidden truths by causing lies to rot away.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
16
Constitution
14
Intelligence
18
Wisdom
20
Charisma
30
Armor Class
13
Max HP
250
Speed
30
HP
250 / 250 HP
XP
355,000355,000 XP999,999,998
Level 20
Equipped Items
Spellbook

Necrotic Tongue
Level 3
Mournwing Pulse
Level 2
Deathmark
Level 3
Whispered End
Level 4