Ix - A realm outside the natural and familiar, soaked in the rolling inks of countless curiosities. A land host to the accumulated knowledge and objects of note, where fathomless breadths swallow the horizon and archives stand precariously stern against the encroaching inks. Stranger still are the inhabitants: creatures comprised of a crude black ink that seems to crave the novel, a compulsion to gather and archive for some greater purpose for which they spawn to fill.