Madness. To look into Pure Chaos is to have your mind shattered, your clarity destroyed, your sense of self dissolved, your memories evaporated and your very soul unmade. To survive it you must impose shape on it, because it is without shape, without form, without perspective. If you don’t have some sort of anti-shaping protection …
On Waypoints
Mechanically, unless mandated otherwise each waypoint is considered a 30 mile journey from another. They can be less, but they can’t be more. So if something is ten waypoints journey away it is no more than 300 miles for a Creation-born who just wants to walk it without dealing with that fancy metaphysical bullshit. Note …
On Navigating The Wyld
“Oh, the Weeping Falls? Yawp. Ye can get dere from here. Ya take one Gulliver’s Travel sort of towards satire and when you reach the climax you do a sudden plot twist sort of in a dramady direction and take an Odyssey until ya meet yer nemesis, than ya gotta go in a Quixotic direction …