Geistlicher

Places like this one weren’t supposed to exist. Since the dimension broke several billion years ago, the tiny pieces that flew off into the void and scattered around the planes of reality were supposed to have grown desolate and empty if they remained intact at all. They all should have died off fairly quickly, no matter the mass that Stolas entered into his equations, they all eventually gave him the same results. If the lack of Light-Giver didn’t kill off any life, the inability to hold themselves up under the weight of a dimensional plane wherever they had landed would have done them in. So Stolas never thought to look for places like that, bits of his old home tossed out into an unforgiving mortal realm that would have sought to kill a Skeps if it could get its hands on one. So when August broke him out of that Ekks prison and holed him up in the little place of nowhere that he had found and prepared as a safe house, Stolas couldn’t believe what he had stumbled upon. August had