A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring Monthaven—the pathetic, sequestered farming village that was Emcorae's home town. It was a smudge on the northern Pennal landscape, forgotten by time and spared the glorious chaos of growth and collapse. If not for the endless supply of lumber and the uncommonly rich soil that fed its small-minded... Continue Reading →
Location: Monthaven. Timeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring. We are now forced to suffer through more about Emcorae Azop—that tiresome little bastard. These next few chapters are the toughest to endure. They are the sound of a universe grinding to a halt for the sake of a boy’s heartbeat. If you like love stories,... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring While the Goddess of Love was consorting with the goat-god on Arcady Isle, the intended victim of her First Sight ritual, Emcorae, awoke in his camp near Monthaven. The grand warrior's slumber, which was to be his luxurious reward, was violently ruined. "What... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring The Night of the Ritual Alyssa watched as Emcorae slept, utterly oblivious to what was about to happen to him. The boy's weapons lay near him—the very tools of Fate the goddess had supposedly moved to place in his hands. Her hubris was boundless; she... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring Oblivious to His Fate Emcorae Azop rode straight toward his destiny, utterly unaware that the goddess who claimed his soul was trailing him like a common hedge-witch. The unsophisticated little fool was racing towards the mundane village of Monthaven, a place he hadn't seen in... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring While I was busy wrapping things up in Atlantis, events of the world continued to march on. I know you want to find out if I got my hands on Dagaal, but patience, little one. First let me tell you more about the foibles of... Continue Reading →
My Leviathan - the monster I created to destroy Atlantis. I'd willingly sacrificed the creature in order to wipe that ancient empire off the face of the flat earth - and it worked. Both the city and the behemoth sunk to the bottom of the seas - their remains lost to time and history ever... Continue Reading →
Location: The Ruins of AtlantisTimeline: Winter 48 to Winter 49 The Ghost of Kaelin hovered before me. I remember the fool. Long ago he was an Atlantean, tall, proud, and strong, yet his ghost before me now was not of flesh and bone. It is a weeping tapestry of sorrow, a living manifestation of despair.... Continue Reading →
Location: The Ruins of AtlantisTimeline: Winter 48 The Proto-Atlanteans had me in their clutches and with the help of their god-infused weapon I could feel the cold, searing agony of being unmade. It was a sensation I had never thought to experience, yet it was happening whether I liked it or not. The pain was... Continue Reading →
Location: To Atlantis, via travels around The Flat EarthTimeline: Winter 48 I'd recovered from my death communal and was sure I had discovered key secrets about Dagaal's whereabouts. Even though I'd searched these same places to try to find that artifact about six hundred years ago, I'd realized that perhaps my earlier searches were less... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 