In the darkening mists, in the swirling pools of the mind, there exists a place. A place that bends and shapes reality unto itself. A place that breathes the foul stench of fear…

In the distance a bell tolls…Its single, solitary noise is like a thunderclap that eats and gnaws at the soul…It is the only reality...It is the only sound that exists between the here and now, and the reddening mist that swirls at your feet beckoning you to enter…

…Enter you will, for you are caught between the real and the fold...

The Fold began the Persistent World (PW) journey many moons ago, circa 2002, with a blank web site and an idea or two. Since that time we created a world that lives and breathes with an essence that we all call home...the same essence that spoke to us when we first opened up that blue book of D&D and journied to other worlds in our youth...

And it is that essence that guided us to place blood, sweat, and many tears to create something that we can proudly call our own. Something that reaches across the world bringing people together with a want to imagine...

So please join us in our journey into the fold...into the World of Nailaeon...

"By the watery teats of Kan and the fiery balls of Gorruck when will this urination of the gods end?  Three weeks since receiving the note, two weeks of travel…bah this trip better be worth it."  He stared at the crumpled parchment clutched in his right hand; his torch light casting odd shadows upon his face; upon the pitted sword at his side; upon the worn leather hauberk that sat off centered on his person.

The note...aye the note, even in the dancing light, there was no mistaking the three words scrawled upon its face…Come.  Hope.  Inn.

It wasn’t the letter and the words that bothered him…it was the severed head that encased the note upon delivery that did…swallowing a bit of bile that crept to the back of his throat, he continued towards the town of Hope…each step being a little bit less sure as the step before…

The wheels of The Fold are moving forward… heed the calling; gather your party…the days of PnP will soon be upon us.

Stay tuned…

I would like everyone to extend a warm aloha to our new developer...Fold style - which means he doesn't know it yet or is even aware of the offer - until he reads this...

His motivation and his untiring push for results have lead us to the only rationale conclusion, for if he leaves, then we are that much poorer for the loss.

So with that - Trendane, I hope you accept our offer and our camaraderie, of course this means more work, more frequent beating of your head against the computer, and no pay - but hey who are we to corner the market on that!

Mucho Mahalos to you for helping us build a better world and a better community!