[learn_more caption=”Jack and Hasver made their way to Uxphon”] The strange red-and-black-striped dirigible was probably alive. That’s what you decided after half a week among its small staterooms. It had a smell to it that wasn’t unpleasant but that seemed to accrue over days as the smell of a faithful beast does. The small larder was…
Leaving Lhauric
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Sand. Blood. Judgement.
The inside of the beetle brightened with a light that was too white to be made of Creation’s set of colors. Instead of Translation, SEGL called it Transition. Instead of longing, their hearts were scoured as by bitter sand: it was the loss of getting where you had been going, but the going had gone…
Dreams that Break like Waves…
After Autochthon and the watery hold of the cavern with its gold and silver doors, the light and sound and smells of the city of Citrus and Sea is something of a surprise, a small assault on the senses. And the Sidereal Exalted, Sanito Mundum, greeting them at the doors, welcoming them, saying he knew…
Down the Rowan Path
Some distance down the challenging wind along the AbhainnRo, they came upon a woman writing bloody instructions on the trunk of a felled oak that lay bloated in the river. As they approached with fell intent, she shouted the work “Away”, and raised an illicit writing-covered staff. In a flash of blatant power, she vanished,…
Within the Body
Second Efficient Gathering of Loam described the movement between Creation and her home in the body of Autochthon as Translation. No matter the language of origin or destination, the complexity or lack thereof, every ear and every heart knows that no poem survives translation intact. The looming creature identified itself as Heliotropic Office of Pure…
Sweat and Preparation
A little past 3 miles, several hundred paces beyond the enormous circle of dead oaks, they found a Wayfrost grove – the ancient evergreens grown in a circle, all their limbs facing out, the stump of the original Wayfrost enormous in their center. Cwyn uncovered a stone fire pit, and seats under the pine leaves,…
Shadows on The Rowan Track
The old couple slowly revealed that they had information and more for the two dirty men, but that they needed … evidence. Proof that they were who they said they were. Lintel – above the door of the stone house, is written “Hope” Quest – they came here at the behest of the Siar na…
Failed Quest
They woke in the dark again. A wolf was howling in the woods. Grimly, Cwyn growled, “Meraig,” like a curse, which he probably was. There was also the problem of a dead singer on the ground among the blue-gray twigs. Should they go? Should they stay, and honor him with some kind of burial? Shifting…
Being with the White Lady
Meraig faded from their site, but his wolfish grin lingered inside them. Mab’s silence grew like a growl. Cwyn started several times to launch into reason and explanation, but ended up refuging in the slick and rattle of his cards. They rattled their friendship between them and eventually settled down to feast on what Meraig…
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