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 |
Cloned | 0 times |
Created | 27 days ago |
Last Updated | 2 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

HP Range20 - 34 (Avg: 27)
AC14
XP200
Description
A small, bold bird with ember-lined feathers that hum when deception is near. Used in courts as living lie detectors, it expels bursts of heat and sound when enraged.
Details
Size | Small |
Type | Fey |
CR | 1 |
XP | 200 |
Languages | Sylvan, understands Common but cannot speak |
Defenses
Armor Class | 14 |
HP Range | 20 - 34 (Avg: 27) |
Damage Vulnerabilities | None |
Damage Resistances | None |
Damage Immunities | None |
Condition Immunities | None |
Actions
Flash-Burst
The Cindershrike expels a sudden burst of heat and thunderous sound in a 15-foot cone. Each creature in the area must make a DC 13 Dexterity saving throw, taking 3d6 fire and 3d6 thunder damage on a failed save, or half as much on a success.
Harmonic Feather Song
When a creature within 30 feet lies, the Cindershrike's feathers hum loudly, revealing the deception. This effect is magical and cannot be suppressed.