Fantasy Legends

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Twilight of the Ember Drake

In the verdant realm of Eirandel, where the forests whispered of ancient magics and the mountains bore witness to eons, there existed a bond between two unlikely allies. Aelia, a young noblewoman from the House of Lorian, had ventured deep into the mythical Thornwood Forest, guided only by a cryptic dream. She sought the Ember Drake, a legendary creature said to guard the balance of nature itself. The journey was perilous, but Aelia's resolve was steeled by visions of fire and smoke, and the haunting melody that seemed to call her name with every gust of wind. As she traversed the tangled undergrowth and navigated the labyrinth of ancient trees, she felt an unexplainable pull towards an uncharted path that glowed with an ember-like shimmer. Finally, at the heart of the forest, she found the creature of her visions. Towering yet majestic, the Ember Drake's scales glinted with the fiery hues of sunset. Its eyes, deep pools of wisdom, watched her approach with a curiosity reserved for those who dare to walk the path of legends. As Aelia reached out, a silent understanding passed between them—she was here to learn, to listen, and to lead alongside the guardian of the forest. The Ember Drake lowered its great head to her level, its breath warm and tinged with the scent of smoldering pine. It spoke not in words, but in visions that flooded Aelia's mind: images of past calamities, wars waged against nature, and the delicate thread that held the world in balance. Moved by the drake's revelations, Aelia vowed to protect these ancient lands with the wisdom she would gain from this mythical alliance. The Pact of Shadows and Light With her vow made under the watchful eyes of the ancient trees, Aelia's life was forever changed. The Ember Drake, having accepted her pledge, marked her with a symbol—a fiery emblem that appeared on her palm, signifying her new role as the Guardian of Thornwood. Together, they would oversee the cycles of growth and decay, ensuring that no force disrupted the sacred balance. Their first test came swiftly. Dark clouds gathered as a force of greed-driven invaders approached Thornwood, intent on harvesting its mystical resources. Aelia, with the power of the Ember Drake coursing through her veins, stood firm at the forest's edge. She raised her marked hand, and the ground beneath the invaders' feet trembled. Vines sprouted rapidly, entwining around weapons and pulling them gently but firmly from the trespassers’ grasp. The Ember Drake itself emerged from the shadows, its formidable presence a stark warning to those who dared threaten their realm. With a roar that echoed through the valley and a burst of brilliant flames, it demonstrated the might of the natural world when provoked. The invaders, overwhelmed by the display of power and the unity of the guardian and the drake, fled, leaving the forest unscathed. In the years that followed, Aelia and the Ember Drake worked in harmony, their bond a beacon of hope and a testament to the power of respect and understanding between different beings. Their story became a legend, whispered in the winds and sung by the rivers of Eirandel, inspiring all who believed in the magic of unity and the sacred duty to protect the natural world.     The tale of Aelia and the Ember Drake reaches beyond the pages of legend and into the very fabric of our daily lives. As Aelia learned to harness the power of nature with her mystical ally, so too can you bring a touch of their enchanted world into your surroundings. Explore the "Twilight of the Ember Drake" collection, where each product is imbued with the essence of their legendary story. Enhance your space with the Twilight of the Ember Drake Poster, capturing the vibrant and mystical encounter that changed Aelia's destiny. Experience everyday magic at your desk with the Twilight of the Ember Drake Mouse Pad, blending functionality with the art of mythical storytelling. Decorate your home with the Twilight of the Ember Drake Tapestry, a piece that transforms any room into a portal to the enchanted Thornwood Forest. Assemble the legend piece by piece with the Twilight of the Ember Drake Puzzle, a fun and engaging way to relive the tale. Sip inspiration from the Twilight of the Ember Drake Coffee Mug, adorned with the fiery emblem of the Guardian of Thornwood. Each item in our collection offers a unique way to connect with the powerful story of Aelia and her dragon ally, bringing a touch of their mythical journey to your daily life. Visit our shop to explore these and other inspired items, each designed to evoke the spirit and adventure of their legendary partnership.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

The Gnome's Dragon: A Mythical Bond

The Misadventures Begin "Ah, the burdens of being unfathomably powerful and irresistibly charming," grumbled Griswold, the gnome, his words heavy with sarcasm as he deftly dodged a puff of dragon's breath. "Do try to keep up, Searwing," he teased, casting a sardonic glance over his shoulder at the mighty dragon trailing behind. Searwing, with scales that shimmered like a sunset trapped in onyx, huffed indignantly. His massive head lowered to Griswold's level, eyes gleaming with an intelligence and annoyance only a creature of his majestic stature could possess. "I could incinerate you with a sneeze, little one," he rumbled, the heat of his words tickling the gnome's pointed hat. Griswold smirked, twirling his broom like a bard with a lute. "And yet, here you are, playing nanny to a gnome. Fate has a sense of humor as twisted as a goblin's spine, eh?" Together, they ventured through the twisted canopy of the Enchanted Forest, their banter a melody amidst the symphony of the wilderness. Griswold, with a step light and mischievous as the morning dew, led the way with the confidence of one who could talk his way out of a dragon's maw—mostly because he had, on more than one occasion. They were on a quest most peculiar, to retrieve the Whispering Acorn, a seed of legend said to sprout wisdom itself. Many had sought it, drawn by tales of its power, but Griswold sought it for a reason far more personal. "If I'm to be saddled with a dragon-sized conscience," he had declared, "it might as well be one that offers decent conversation." As day gave way to the silver caress of moonlight, the duo reached a clearing. The air buzzed with magic, the ground was carpeted with glowing mushrooms, and at its center stood the oldest oak in the forest, its branches cradling the stars. "Behold," whispered Griswold, a rare reverence threading his voice, "the Sentinel of Secrets, where our prize awaits. Now, let's nab that acorn before something nasty decides to interrupt." Searwing's tail swept the ground, his gaze alert. "Your propensity for trouble is unparalleled, gnome." With a grin and a wink, Griswold replied, "Why, thank you, Searwing. I do pride myself on my talents." A Twist in the Tale Griswold approached the Sentinel, his fingers dancing in anticipation. But as he reached out, the tree's eyes—previously unseen—snapped open. "Ah, another tiny thief come for my treasure," boomed the tree, its voice like the rustling of a thousand leaves. The gnome recoiled, feigning shock. "Thief? I am Griswold the Great, friend to beasts, defier of odds, and charmer of... well, everything. I merely seek an audience with your esteemed acorn." The oak rumbled with laughter. "Many titles, tiny one, yet none proclaim you a listener. The Whispering Acorn cannot be taken—it must be earned." Griswold's brow furrowed, his snark momentarily misplaced. "Earned? And pray tell, how does one earn the right to conversate with a nut?" "By facing a trial," replied the oak. "Succeed, and the acorn is yours. Fail, and you shall become a permanent resident of my boughs." Without hesitation, Griswold accepted. "Let's get on with it then. I've got places to be, dragons to irk." The trial was a riddle, one that echoed the complexities of nature and the simplicity of truth. Griswold listened, his mind whirring with thoughts, quips, and retorts. Finally, with a glint of triumph in his eyes, he gave his answer, infused with his characteristic wit. The tree paused, the forest held its breath, and then—laughter, rich and deep, filled the air. "Correct, gnome. Your wisdom is as sharp as your tongue." With a flourish, the Whispering Acorn fell into Griswold's waiting hand. It hummed with potential, and for a moment, Griswold's facade of jest wavered, revealing the earnest curiosity beneath. "Well, Searwing, it seems we've won the day," Griswold beamed, pocketing the acorn. "Now, let's return before this blasted nut starts giving me lectures on morality." The dragon snorted, a plume of smoke curling from his nostrils. "I suspect it will have much to say about snarky gnomes and their mischievous ways." Griswold chuckled, patting the dragon's snout. "Then we'll make quite the pair, won't we? Come, let's away. Adventure and merriment await!" And with hearts light and spirits high, the gnome and his dragon set off, their shadows cast long by the moon, their legend only just beginning to grow.     Explore The Gnome's Dragon Collection Unfurl the legend in your own space with "The Gnome's Dragon" exclusive collection. From the vivid strokes of our posters to the interlocking tales of our puzzles, each product is a gateway to the fantastical bond between Griswold and Searwing. The Gnome's Dragon Poster Transform your walls into a canvas of adventure with our The Gnome's Dragon Poster. Rich colors and exquisite detail turn your living space into an enchanted realm, a perfect tribute to Griswold's audacity and Searwing's majesty. The Gnome's Dragon Jigsaw Puzzle Piece together the mystique with our The Gnome's Dragon Jigsaw Puzzle. Each piece is a fragment of the tale, inviting you to step into the gnome's boots and share in their adventure and humor. The Gnome's Dragon Mouse Pad Let every scroll and click be a whimsical journey with The Gnome's Dragon Mouse Pad. Work and play over the very landscape our heroes tread, accompanied by Griswold's snark and Searwing's wisdom. The Gnome's Dragon Throw Pillow Rest upon the lore with our The Gnome's Dragon Throw Pillow. Cozy up with a tangible piece of the tale, and perhaps dream of your own mythical quests and cheeky banter. The Gnome's Dragon Fleece Blanket Wrap yourself in the warmth of our The Gnome's Dragon Fleece Blanket. Soft, luxurious, and enchanted with the essence of camaraderie, it's perfect for those nights when the air is chill and the heart longs for tales of valor. Discover these treasures and more at Unfocussed, where every product is a chapter in an ongoing saga of magic and mischief. Visit us to bring home a part of the legend today.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Prehistoric Panache: The Fashion of Ages

In a realm where time's tapestry intertwines threads of the ancient and the avant-garde, there strides a figure emblematic of sartorial splendor untouched by epochs. Meet Tarron, a dapper denizen of the late Cretaceous period, whose style defies the bounds of his era. Adorned with a headdress feathered not just by the quills of terrestrial birds but by the plumes of the legendary Archaeopteryx, Tarron exudes confidence. Each feather, a testament to his travels across lands lush and barren, whispers tales of a time when Earth's children roamed unchallenged. His gaze, sharp and discerning, scans the horizon — not for prey, but for inspiration. Encircled with beads crafted from the polished remnants of his predecessors, Tarron's necklace serves as a bridge across millennia, linking the legacy of the past with the innovation of the future. The leather of his attire, cured by methods forgotten to modernity, drapes his scaled frame with an elegance that belies its primitive origin. This is not mere clothing; it is a statement, a narrative of survival, adaptation, and flair. In a time where every day is a testament to life's tenacity, Tarron's aesthetic is a beacon of beauty. He is not just a creature of his time, but a timeless icon of 'Prehistoric Panache.' The Rituals of Dressing Each morning, as the first rays of the cretaceous sun pierce the misty canopy, Tarron engages in the sacred ritual of adorning himself. This act is not merely about covering oneself; it is a ceremony that pays homage to the elements, the ancestors, and the creative spirit. With each item he dons, he recites ancient incantations, infusing his attire with protection and power. The Craftsmanship of Adornment The beads and bangles that clink softly as Tarron moves are not merely decorative; they are the handiwork of the artisan dinosaurs, the keepers of the old ways. Each piece is meticulously crafted, shaped by talons and teeth with precision that rivals any modern tool. The vibrant dyes extracted from berries and clays are not just colors but symbols of the earth's bounty and diversity. The Legends Woven Within Emblazoned upon Tarron's chest, a medallion bearing the emblem of the great Behemoth Rex symbolizes his lineage. According to legend, those who carry this sigil are said to be descendants of the noble creatures who once brought peace among the warring dinosaur tribes. This medallion is not just an accessory; it is a piece of history, a badge of honor, and a talisman against strife. A Style That Transcends Time As Tarron strides through the dense ferns, leaving footprints on the soft earth that will someday be unearthed by awestruck paleontologists, his style is a living fossil. It is a testament to the idea that fashion, regardless of its era, is an expression of individuality, culture, and the indomitable spirit that survives through ages.     Bring Prehistoric Panache Into Your Life As Tarron's story unfolds, weaving the ancient with the modern, it beckons us to carry a piece of that timeless elegance into our own lives. Unfocussed.com invites you to do just that with an exclusive collection inspired by Tarron's own panache. Adorn your space with the spirit of the Cretaceous with our Prehistoric Panache Poster, perfect for adding a touch of ancient allure to any room. Transform your writing nook or office with Prehistoric Panache Stickers, each one carrying the essence of Tarron's world. Embrace the fashion of ages with a practical yet stylish Prehistoric Panache Tote Bag, or cuddle up with the past, present, and future with our custom Throw Pillow. Even your morning routine can become a journey through time with our vibrant Prehistoric Panache Shower Curtain. Let Tarron's legacy inspire your style, and bring the fashion of the ages into your everyday life with Unfocussed.com's Prehistoric Panache collection.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Twilight Waltz in Red and Obsidian

In the realm of Sombre Skies, where the sea’s whispers meld with the sighs of the sky, the legend of the “Twilight Waltz in Red and Obsidian” unfolds with the solemnity of an ancient rite. It tells of two sovereigns: Leira, the Empress of Embers, and Thane, the Warden of Whispers. Each governed a kingdom of stark contrast, yet both shared the liminal canvas of twilight for their silent communion. The days in Leira’s dominion were ablaze with fervor, every moment pulsating with the vibrant beats of life's unbridled symphony. She roamed her lands in the gown of ardor—a cascading masterpiece resembling the undulating dance of flames against the backdrop of an eclipse. The red of her attire, rich as the heart’s own blood, weaved from the essence of the rarest blooms, the Midnight Roses, petals as crimson as the final streaks of sun bidding farewell to day. Leira’s essence was fire, her spirit an incandescent beacon amidst the dusk. Her people adored her, not solely as their empress but as the living flame, guiding them through the coldest of nights with the promise of dawn's return. As the sun's last caress dipped beyond the horizon, she would arrive at the ancient stone pathway, the delineation of her vibrant realm from the enigmatic expanse of her counterpart’s darkened lands. Thane’s kingdom was a stark antithesis, a solemn expanse carved by the chisel of silence itself. His dominion was enrobed in mystery, as enigmatic as the dark side of the moon. His armor, a handiwork of the cosmos’ most secretive smiths, bore the color of a starless sky, with threads of lightning captured at the moment of their fiercest descent. He was the storm incarnate, his eyes holding the depth of an ocean in tempest, his bearing as formidable as the untamed wind that commanded the waves. When twilight heralded the waning of day, Thane would emerge from the shadow’s embrace to stand upon the same ancient stones that bore the history of a thousand years’ truce. The boundary they shared was a silent testament to the world's need for balance—where his darkness ended, her light began. Their waltz commenced as if led by the hand of the cosmos, a dance that sang of harmony’s fragile thread. The stone beneath their feet thrummed with the power of their steps, a rhythm that seeped into the very core of the earth. To witness their dance was to behold the tender negotiation between dusk and dawn, a silent concord that bore the weight of both their crowns. As Leira’s warmth met Thane’s tempest, an exquisite alliance of elements took form. Their movements were an ode to the dualities of existence—her flames alighting his shadows, his storm quenching her inferno. Together, they wove a tapestry of ephemeral beauty, each step a word in their silent dialogue—a conversation not of words, but of souls speaking the language of understanding. And as they parted beneath the burgeoning night, each carried the essence of the other back to their respective realms. The stars above bore silent witness to their solitude, to the solace they found within their shared dance. For though kingdoms lay between them, and their duties held them apart, the twilit hour was theirs alone. In that fleeting embrace, they were emperors of an empire that knew no boundary, sovereigns of a silent language that spoke of unity in the heart of division. The tale of their waltz was one of perpetual renewal, an enduring reminder that even in the cusp of contrasts, there exists a moment of perfect balance.     As the dominion of the sky yielded to the encroaching tapestry of night, Leira and Thane found their departure from the stone pathway increasingly arduous. It was the unyielding current of their roles as leaders that drew them back, yet their shared moments at twilight lingered, like the afterglow of a setting sun, suffusing their solitary kingdoms with the knowledge of another world—a world not of division, but of unity. In her empire of eternal sunrise, Leira would walk amidst her people, her steps leaving trails of warm embers that sparked hope and vitality. The midnight roses, once flourishing under the caress of her gown during the twilight dance, now served as a silent reminder of the momentary yet transcendent connection with Thane. Each petal held the memory of a dance that was both a promise and a lament—an assurance of constancy amidst an ever-changing realm. Her people, witnessing the subtle changes in their flame-bearer, speculated in hushed tones about the enigmatic dance. Whispers of wonder spread like wildfire, igniting tales of a dance that bound the world, of an empress whose heart held the heat of passion yet also the balm of a distant storm's cool touch. Across the boundary, Thane returned to his bastion of brooding skies, his silhouette a shard of the night itself. The whisper of his armor’s obsidian plates against the silence was a hymn of strength and protection. The electrifying energy that sparked from his very being was tempered by the warmth he now carried within—a warmth kindled by the empress's fiery spirit. In the solitude of his castle, perched upon the cliffs that surveyed the churning sea below, Thane pondered the paradox of their encounter. How the dance, though fleeting, bridged the chasm between their contrasting souls. His people sensed a shift in the winds, a subtle abatement in the gale that had always characterized their stoic ruler. They spoke in reverent tones of a warden who wielded the tempest's wrath and the tender caress of embers in tandem—a protector who, just perhaps, danced with shadows to bring forth light. Night after night, Leira and Thane continued their waltz, a perpetual performance etched into the fabric of time. Yet, as the cycles of twilight gave way to dawn and dusk in an unending loop, the legend of their waltz burgeoned into an eternal saga—a testament to the dance between the contrasting forces that shape our very existence. The Twilight Waltz in Red and Obsidian became more than a mere legend; it was a living chronicle, a rhythm to which the heart of the world beat. It was the understanding that in the depths of the soul’s night, there lies the spark of an impending dawn. In the duality of their dance, the empress of embers and the warden of whispers discovered an immutable truth: that in the balance of their union lay the harmony of the cosmos, the symphony of life that played on the grand stage of the universe. And so, the legend endures, carried on the wings of the sea and whispered by the breath of the sky. It is a story that resonates in the hearts of those who know the solitude of power and the quiet communion of kindred spirits. For in the ephemeral hour of twilight, when red meets obsidian, it is not just a waltz they partake in, but the eternal dance of creation itself, spun in the delicate balance of their joined hands.     As the echo of Leira and Thane’s dance lingers in the hearts of those who cherish the legend, the essence of their twilight communion has been captured in a collection of exquisite keepsakes. Each item, a celebration of the "Twilight Waltz in Red and Obsidian," carries with it the mystique and splendor of their eternal dance. Adorn your walls with the sweeping grandeur of the Twilight Waltz Poster, a visual poem that captures the ethereal moment where day meets night. Let your gaze fall upon it, and find yourself transported to the ancient stone path where the empress of embers and the warden of whispers find solace in their shared solitude. Transform your workspace into a tableau of the legendary dance with the Twilight Waltz Desk Mat. As your hands move across its surface, let it remind you of the delicate balance between power and grace, the same harmony that guides Leira and Thane in their silent waltz. For a truly immersive piece of the legend, behold the Acrylic Prints. Each print is a window into the realm of Sombre Skies, offering a glimpse into the world where the symphony of contrasts creates a harmony as profound as the saga itself. These treasures are more than mere products; they are artifacts of a story that transcends time—a story that reminds us of the beauty inherent in the convergence of opposites, and the universal dance that weaves through the fabric of existence.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Mermaid's Soliloquy

In a realm where the sun’s rays filtered through the depth of the ocean, casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the seabed, the mermaid Azura found solace in the heart of her underwater kingdom. Each day, as dusk fell and the water turned to a canvas painted with twilight hues, Azura would settle upon a throne of coral, her scales reflecting the day’s last light. The sea creatures would gather, drawn not by duty but by love, to listen to Azura's soliloquy, a tradition as old as the tides. With a voice that rivaled the seraphs, she would sing of the ocean's wonders and secrets. Her words were like pearls, each one filled with wisdom and the history of the deep. Azura’s songs spoke of love and loss, of sunken ships reclaimed by the sea, of the stars’ reflections on the calm waters at night. With every note, she told of her kinship with the moon, whose pull guided the waves and stirred the tides of her heart. As she sang, the sea itself seemed to listen, the waves hushing their relentless pursuit for just a moment. Even the tempests would pause at the edge of her domain, their fury quieted by the melody that sailed upon the currents. But one evening, as a storm raged above, Azura’s voice faltered. The sea sensed her unease, and for the first time, her aquatic audience beheld a single tear trail down her cheek, its silver glint lost in the expanse of her world. It was then that she revealed her longing for something unknown, a yearning for a realm beyond her own—a connection with the land that breathed above the tides. Beyond the reach of Azura’s world, where the ocean kissed the land, there existed stories of the mermaid’s lament—a melody so poignant that even the winds whispered of its beauty to those who walked on shores. It was on such an evening that a solitary wanderer, a painter known for capturing the sea’s essence, stood at the cliff’s edge, his soul as tempestuous as the surf below. As the storm subsided and the painter’s eyes searched the horizon, Azura’s song found him. The notes wove through the sea spray and salt, an invisible thread pulling at the seams of his reality. The painter, entranced, began to recreate the melody on his canvas, his brushstrokes as fluid as the waves, his colors an echo of the mermaid’s scales. Days turned into nights, and nights into weeks, as Azura continued to share her soliloquy with the sea, unaware of the painter who captured her spirit from afar. Her voice bridged the gap between her world and his, the lament in her song growing deeper with each passing moon. It was the night of the full moon when change shimmered through the waters. Azura’s song held a different timbre, a hopeful note that danced with the silver light. As the tide swelled, it carried her closer to the surface than she had ever dared to venture before. Above, the painter waited, as he had each dusk, but this time, with a canvas that portrayed not the sea, but the mermaid of the deep, her eyes closed in serene surrender. And as her head breached the surface, her eyes met the sight of her own essence on the canvas, a mirror to her soul. The mermaid and the painter, separated by form but united by art, found a silent understanding. In the days that followed, the beach became a sanctuary where two worlds met—a place where Azura could satisfy her curiosity of the land’s mysteries and where the painter found his muse in the flesh, or rather, in the scales. Their bond deepened, not through words, for they had no need for them. Their communication was in the silence, in the exchange of art and song, a conversation between sea and shore. The mermaid’s soliloquy evolved with time, no longer a lament but an anthem of unity and discovery. And for those who listened, the sea no longer sang of longing but of a harmony between two worlds, once distant, now close enough to touch. In the harmony of their silent understanding, the ocean's whispers carried a new story, a tale of a mermaid whose voice moved not just the tides, but the heart of one who captured her world in hues and lines. And in return, she inspired a symphony of color that resonated with the depths from which she came, a testament to the power of unseen threads that weave the tapestry of life’s most profound connections. ...And so the tale of Azura and the painter became one for the ages, a symphony of land and sea, art and music. The painter, with his gift, brought Azura's essence to the surface world, translating her aquatic ballet into forms the land-dwellers could adore. Those who heard the story were often found visiting unfocussed.com, seeking a piece of the magic to take home. The "Mermaid's Soliloquy" stickers became treasures, adorning the belongings of those who wished to carry a fragment of Azura's world with them wherever they went. Each sticker, served as a tangible whisper of the sea, a reminder of the mermaid's deep, resonant tale. For the ones who desired a larger canvas to capture the ocean’s vastness, the "Mermaid's Soliloquy" posters offered a window into Azura's soul. With every poster hung, her story unfolded in homes, bringing with it the serene grace of the deep blue. The posters, invite onlookers to dive into a world where the essence of the ocean's depths and the beauty of its inhabitants are captured in a single, stunning visual narrative.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Autumnal Knight: The Protector of the Enchanted Forest

In the dappled light of the Enchanted Forest, a place where reality bends and whispers of ancient magics are carried with the mirth of a river’s song, stands the Autumnal Knight. Here, in this sacred grove where the sun filters through the amber canopy, painting the world in hues of fire and gold, the very air breathes with the essence of enchantment. A sentinel rooted deep in the lore and fable of the land, the knight is more than a guardian; he is a living testament to the forgotten alliance between the wilds and those who revered them.The story of the knight, once a mortal of noble intent and valor, as relentless and spirited as the gales that dance amidst the turning leaves, began on an eve of peculiar fate. It was a time when the veil between worlds thinned, and the heart of the forest called out for a champion. Amid the twilight, an ethereal embrace where shadows weave tales and the evening star hums the onset of slumbering dreams, the ancient woods themselves anointed him as their protector. They bestowed upon him armor, not of iron or steel, but born from the very soul of the forest. Each plate and chain, each gauntlet and greave, was wrought in the silent harmony of the forest's eternal hymn. The armor was a work of the lost craft, adorned with the semblance of autumn's foliage, intricate as the web of veins on a leaf, and resilient as the bark that spirals around the elder trees.Throughout the eras, the lore of the Autumnal Knight wound its roots deep into the hearts of those who traversed the forest’s fringe. In subdued murmurs, they recount the vigil of the undying protector, a stewardship that has spanned the slow and relentless march of centuries. To behold the knight is to peer into the essence of the season itself, a reflection of both the beauty and sorrow of autumn's farewell—a magnificent decay.The tale of this sentinel unfolds in the symphony of cascading leaves, in the gentle rustling that speaks of the age-old covenant between man and the untamed. His silent watch, poised and resolute, resonates with a profound proclamation, a clarion call to safeguard the sanctity of this verdant cathedral. Within every leaf that adorns the earth in a mosaic of sunset, within each golden beam that crowns the day in splendor, lies a chronicle of persistence, a testament to the knight's everlasting oath.As the river continues its ceaseless flow beneath him, murmuring tales of yore to the stones it caresses, the Autumnal Knight stands firm. With each dawn, his vigil renews, an eternal echo of the bond between the ever-changing world and the ceaseless spirit that guards it. In this realm where legends breathe and the very stones are steeped in enchantment, his presence is as unwavering as the ancient trees that stand as pillars of the forest. The Autumnal Knight endures, not merely as a remnant of the past, but as an ever-present promise that as long as the leaves fall and the seasons turn, the magic of the Enchanted Forest shall never fade.   Discover the enchanting Autumnal Knight collection, where the legends of yore meet the design of tomorrow. Each product in this line has been carefully crafted to capture the magic of the Enchanted Forest and its timeless guardian. Let's embark on a mystical journey with each item: Autumnal Knight: The Protector of the Enchanted Forest Poster Transform your space with the vibrant and soul-stirring Autumnal Knight poster. This is more than just wall art; it's a window into a world where the ancient forest breathes and magic reigns. The poster features the Autumnal Knight in full regalia, a silent oath to protect the wild, casting an aura of wonder and reverence that will permeate your environment. Autumnal Knight Desk Mat Enrich your desk with the mystical allure of the Autumnal Knight desk mat. This practical masterpiece brings the forest's magic right to your fingertips. As you work, write, or play, the knight stands as your silent ally, a bastion against the chaos of the mundane, ensuring your space remains a sanctum of inspiration and productivity. Each product in the 'Autumnal Knight' series is designed to not just tell a story but to be a part of your story, to inspire and accompany you in all your endeavors. Visit Unfocussed.com and let the Autumnal Knight be your guide through seasons of work, creativity, and adventure.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

The Gilded Wyvern: Alchemy of Fire and Fate

In the epoch when myths were forged and the fabric of the cosmos still quivered with the aftermath of creation, there was the Spire of Sólaris, a pillar of earth and stone that pierced the heavens. Here, the Gilded Wyvern, Aithon, keeper of the sacred Flame of Fates, watched over the mortal and immortal realms alike. His golden scales were the dreams of alchemists, and his fiery breath, a conduit of creation and catalyst of change. His legend was not born of idleness but of an unyielding vigilance that spanned the eons. Kingdoms rose and waned, stars blinked into existence and faded into the void, but Aithon remained constant, a guardian whose might was matched only by his wisdom. Under his watchful gaze, the land thrived. The mystical Flame of Fates, which he so fiercely protected, was said to hold the power to weave the tapestry of life itself, each ember a life, each spark a story. But as it is the wont of darkness to covet the light, a shadow grew in the heart of a sorcerer, twisted by envy and hunger for the flame's might. With words of malice and a heart void of light, he summoned a curse to shroud the world in unending night, seeking to extinguish the flame that had long been the bastion against despair. The darkness spread, a creeping doom that smothered hope and turned dreams into dust. The wyvern's once resplendent scales dulled, his strength waned, and the people murmured in fearful tones, for the light of Sólaris flickered. But Aithon's courage, kindled by the very flame he was sworn to protect, was not so easily dimmed. Thus began the Wyvern's Quest, an odyssey that would etch his name in the stars for all time. Aithon ventured into realms forsaken by the sun, where the forgotten ones dwelled, entities of elder times who whispered secrets not meant for mortal ears. In the Caverns of Echoes, where silence was a myth, he faced reflections of his own fears, each challenge a riddle wrapped in enigma. But Aithon, whose resolve was forged in the fires of tenacity, was undeterred. Upon the cliffs of Veridian Edge, winds threatened to unravel the very threads of his being, yet he ascended. Across the Sea of Shattered Mirrors, where reality fractured into a kaleidoscope of possibilities, he persisted, his vision clear, his purpose undiluted by the sea's beguiling reflections. At the world's edge, in the Cradle of Embers, where fire was born and all fates converged, Aithon faced the void's malice personified. The sorcerer, now a being of shadow and spite, sought to snuff out the ember's glow. But Aithon, with a roar that split the skies and a blaze that outshone the sorcerer's darkness, reclaimed the flame. His breath, a tempest of fire and defiance, rekindled the heart of the Flame of Fates. The light surged, cascading into the heavens, reigniting the stars, and the wyvern's brilliance was restored. With a triumphant cry that echoed through the Spire of Sólaris, Aithon returned, the flame secure once more within the mountain's heart. The land, bathed anew in the flame's glow, blossomed, and the people rejoiced, for their protector, their symbol of hope and eternal guardian, had triumphed. And so, "The Gilded Wyvern: Alchemy of Fire and Fate" became an immortal tale, a beacon to those who seek light in the darkness, a testament to the unwavering spirit that dwells within us all. Aithon’s story lives on, not just in legend, but in the canvas of artistry and the treasure trove of merchandise that bears his likeness. Embrace the wyvern’s flame, adorn your life with his image, and let the fire of Aithon guide your path to greatness. Witness the majestic wyvern on the walls of your sanctum with the The Gilded Wyvern Poster, navigate through the challenges of your realm with the The Gilded Wyvern Gaming Mouse Pad, and carry the symbol of power and grace wherever you go with the The Gilded Wyvern Stickers. Let each product be a fragment of the legend, a piece of the eternal flame that blazes a trail into the annals of your own destiny.

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

A Gnome's Highway to Adventure

The Odyssey of Thornbeard In the hush that falls over the desert as day melds into night, Thornbeard rides, his journey weaving through the tapestry of time like a thread gilded by twilight. This path, less a line than a loop, spirals in on itself, bringing him ever closer to the ancient cactus bloom. His legend, already vast among the roadhouse realms, grows with each mile; a story in which the very fabric of the myth is his to weave. Thornbeard, born of the desert's magic at a time when the stars danced new patterns in the heavens, was not always the solitary rider. Once, he belonged to a clandestine brotherhood of gnomes, each a guardian of nature's most sacred secrets. But his heart, wilder than his brethren, yearned for the open sands, for the freedom that only the desert could offer. And so, he left, seeking the whispers of the wind, the tales told by the tumbling tumbleweeds, the dreams dreamt in the heat mirages that rose from the searing ground. His search for the ancient cactus bloom is not only for the heart of the desert spirit but for a connection to the legacy he left behind. Legends hold that the bloom’s nectar can grant a single sip of pure, unbridled essence, a chance for Thornbeard to commune with the earth, to understand its deepest longings and its oldest memories. Tonight, the desert tests him. The guardians of lore, each a sentinel of the old ways, challenge him with riddles spun from the very dust of the desert floor. These riddles are echoes of the questions that Thornbeard has asked himself throughout his many rides under the sun and stars. To answer them, he must delve into the annals of his memory, confront the solitude of his choice to ride alone, and reconcile the wildness of his spirit with the wisdom he's gained from the land. And as the stars crown the night sky, he stands at the threshold of the secret garden, the cactus bloom radiant within, a beacon calling to the very core of his being. The desert, now a sentient force before him, poses its demand: the price of the bloom's essence is the tale of his heart. To drink of the bloom, Thornbeard must relinquish his story, for stories are the currency of the mythic world. In doing so, he would become a part of the desert’s own story, his individual saga absorbed into the grand narrative of the sands, forever to be retold in whispers by the creatures that scuttle beneath the moon. The dilemma tears at Thornbeard. Is the communion with the earth worth the loss of his personal odyssey, the adventures he's undertaken, the name he's carved into the annals of the mythic desert? What worth is the essence of the desert if it means the end of Thornbeard the legend, even if it signals the birth of Thornbeard the eternal? The desert waits, patient and endless, as Thornbeard, with Jup-Jup by his side, makes his choice. A choice that will resonate through the dunes and canyons, a choice that will define the legacy of Thornbeard, the gnome whose heart beat in tune with the desert's own rhythm. For those enthralled by Thornbeard's epic desert adventure, the spirit of gnome wanderlust beckons. Embark on your own fantasy quest with items like the Gnome's Highway Gaming Mouse Pad, perfect for navigating through gaming landscapes. Assemble the legend piece by piece with the intricately designed Gnome's Highway Jigsaw Puzzle, or bring a touch of mythical decor to your space with the stunning Gnome's Highway Poster. And for those long motorcycle rides beneath the sun or stars, keep the essence of the journey close with the durable Gnome's Highway Tumbler. Each product carries a fragment of the wild spirit that drives Thornbeard through the heart of the desert.