Aries: A people torn asunder by war over the ashes of their god-king. A fragile and tired peace. Grand bridges destroyed by the giants who built them. Tales across the dune seas, beyond the asundergrowth. Tales of an ancient and forbidden city at the waterfall valley, the oldest and greatest of its kind.
Taurus: A great and powerful king known as the architect. A lifelong infatuation with the builders of old, with their mountain temples and yawning stone aeries. A palace commissioned in their style in the hopes of gleaning new wisdom. Legends of the ancient and hungry thing that returned home to roost.
Gemini: A young solider, captured by the enemy, an impossible game of marksmanship for her release. Victory. The goddess of the hunt who took up the challenge herself. A star knocked from the very sky. The crossbow made from it.
Cancer: The poet with the feather in her cap. A life of travel and adventure, countless lines of romance learned and translated, all for a dream of the true language of love. Tales of trysts with queens and bandits and soldiers alike.
Leo: A corrupt and heretical priest, strangled in a fit of righteous fury with a thorned rose vine. Prostration before a loving god. A mantle of heretical miracles, to be wielded only against the apostates who would twist the divine will for their own gain. Thorns of iron dig into the flesh. A reminder.
Virgo: Whalers returning with wide-eyed tales of the colossal thing that broke from the clouds and stole their catch. For the first time in generations, the tundra goes silent for the lowing of sacred horns.
Libra: An uncharted island deep in an old and churning sea. Strange creatures and alien wildlife, evolving untold in years of isolation. Explorers and scientists climbing to the peak of the untouched jungle plateau, only to be met with one of the old whistling stones. A path marker of a forgotten people.
Scorpio: A young man sat in the imperial study, secret sacred tomes spread across his desk by candlelight. In a rough hand he carves the symbols of arcane calculus, shaping the block of fine wood into a prosthetic for his wounded mother.
Ophiuchus: The loom mother is long gone, but still her children’s children know how listen to the hatchlings, to hear them whisper of the secrets of herbs and stones. An empire built sulfur, silk, and saltpeter.
Sagittarius: An abandoned castle town. The site of an old atrocity. The market square where the mass graves were dug. The fruitless crimson tree that grew there. The sound of creaking wood in the night.
Capricorn: A great and powerful king. A man who built an empire.. Effigies carved into the rock of the great harbor. Epics of conquest still sung in the great halls. A legacy of untarnished glory, until the necromancers dug him up, and learned it was all a lie.
Aquarius: They say the college goes back to before the second era. That it used to be a monastery, that the library goes deep, deeper than the librarians say. The truth is that even the librarians didnt know what wandered the endless frozen sub-basements. How could they?
Pisces: Nobody remembers the people that lived here. Nobody even remembers their name. The roads through this place haven’t been maintained in centuries. Nobody remembers the people who lived here, but their god still stalks these old woods.