Enkidu Fissure sits up in his house that is a refuge spoiled by time and loss. He sits up in something like his house, knowing instinctively, with a sure sense, that this is not his house. He’s in a long corridor, green carpet strip held down by brass railings between a long line of pale…
Chapter 4: Master Naranth
WHAT ALES YOU In a corner of “For What Ales You,” a quiet argument was transpiring between three Elderbrin. It gradually grew more animated (and less comprehensible) as the combatants reverted to their native language, replete with gestures, glottal stops, and incongruous transformations. Having had enough, one of the Elderbrin left with a dramatic flourish…
Chapter 3: Angels Weep
2018-10-7 Leaving Aunt Crystal’s house, it turned out that Zerah’s damage to himself with his Ambulatory Bloodfire Oath was more severe than anticipated. Getting him back inside her house was only slightly more awful than the process of disentangling Naranth from Aunt Crystal’s moth “clothing” after their queen had laid eggs in his clothing… his…
Chapter 2: The Abiding Curse
As the vislae agonized, the quiet, percussive sounds of nighttime gradually provided accompaniment. The chirping of insects harmonized with other less identifiable Satyrine strangeness in an almost hypnotic, rhythmic beat, which in turn was slowly overpowered by a dull roar of rushing air and fierce steam. The beat persisted in the form of a harsh…
Ah… Satyrine
Thriving and ever-changing, Satyrine easily accommodated four new arrivals within its walls; however, the entangling and radiating influence of their histories and current machinations could already be felt in the neighborhoods where each made his berth. Whether great or terrible (or both), the full impacts of their destinies remained to be seen… It was no…
Wednesday, October 11, 1843
Phoebus You eke a stuttering return out of a broken nightmare forest. As you were not fit for Shambhala, as your presence was not condign to to the mitigations of Heaven, you too were pushed down and away from the Redemption of the one who suffered beneath the Eyes. The path back is a bridge…
Tuesday, October 10, 1843
Father Massey, rising late from a whore’s night of overindulgence and self-guilt, was hesitantly shaving with a straight razor that Volkert was supposed to have sharpened for him. He was paused almost at the beginning of the process by his grief over the lost not only of Volkert, but of Bern. He stared at his…
Arc of the hymgais
Gathered they were behind the pale self-light of the failing fortress of Tar Tranwyn in the Kingdom of Tuhál. Asked, they were, for their assent to questing. And answered, by the Laird of the place with the circle of all the Lairds of this place behind her. Bound, they were, to the hymgais of the…
Truth of history
Breaking the Black Diamond Invisible Beside, behind and around all the questionably-noble personages cluttering up plinths and squares and balustrades are the heroes not cast in synth and titanium. Those whose secret and costly movements truly bank the world into a new course. The destruction of the Black Diamond ( the fortress of the terror that…
Orienting to the Truth
In the aftermath of the battle, they walked among the men, healing wounds, dealing with the dead – including making sure that the pale man, D’vorak the Endless, remained dead despite the particles in his body that were laboring toward his resurrection. Judging by Roz’ bruises, keeping him down was a good idea. Thom tended to their…
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