Eclipse it is called... a land at the top of the world, the whole of which lies in an impossible crater, a massive break in the earth. Shunned by both suns, the land knows only shadow. This is a domain of wild fungus forests, impossibly deep caverns, ink-black seas, towering cliffs, and shimmering cities. Here are long-forgotten horrors that defy description, hiding in the darkest of dark places. Here are lawless tribes and decadent bohemians. Here are reckless pioneers, hoping to bring order to this realm that they might profit from its treasures. Here are forbidden secrets, held deep within the shell of the Forge. Here I have walked, at times as a blind beggar, others a thoughtful scholar, and on rare occasion my seraph self, gathering knowledge, personal accounts, illustrations, histories, rumors, and artifacts. I have drowned myself in politics and plant life, spoken to children, kings, warlords, and even those few who could destroy one such as me. All that I have complied here from my disparate writings and humble illustrations to the works of slaves, concubines, and conquerors is presented for your pleasure.