Location: On the road to FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Fall The next day found Emcorae and Nathily safely away from Skarra Bree and little concerned about anyone catching them from behind - not with the elvish mares rode. Meanwhile The Iron Haul Trail lived up to its grim name—a rusted artery carved through the... Continue Reading →
6.2 Encounter at The Raven
Location: Skarra BreeTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, End of Summer The final days on the Parkway North were a study in absolute desolation. The road, once the primary artery for trade all the way from Mersia had become a bleached bone stretching toward the horizon - word had surely travelled through the merchants caravan network... Continue Reading →
6.1 The Shadow of the Cinder Path
Location: The Road to Skarra-BreeTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Summer The campfire was a flickering orange bruise against the encroaching purple of the Orkney twilight. Still on the road to Skarra-Bree, Emcorae and Nathily had long since left behind the rolling, golden meadows of Pennal and the ancient, humming deep-green canopies of Arbola were a... Continue Reading →
4.9 So This is Goodbye…Again?
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Summer The Regent’s cellar, once a place of whispered recoveries and Nathily’s gentle medicine, had been reclaimed by the cold utility of war. It was no longer a sanctuary; it was a factory of vengeance. Emcorae moved with a mechanical efficiency, his mind a checklist of lethality. Salt for... Continue Reading →
5.11 It’s…It’s Alive!
Location: Nektar's CauldronTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring My hangover was, at last, receding, replaced by a cold sobriety. I dragged myself off the floor of the Gallery of Unholy Death, brushing the dust off my robes. The "feels," as the mortals might call them—that messy, sweltering stew of self-pity and existential dread—had evaporated. I... Continue Reading →
5.10 The Munchies
Location: Nektar's CauldonTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd year, Spring You're wondering what I've been up to since my last visit to Ramssee when my pawn dared to assault me with The Grim? Let me fill in the blanks for you... The sulfurous mists of Nektar’s Cauldron usually smelled like home—a comforting blend of rotten eggs, toasted... Continue Reading →
5.9 A Mind to Murder
Location: FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring My Apocrypha records more events I wasn't aware of at the time. Here we see Kaoz in all his glory - he has The Grim and there is nothing stopping him from returning to Ramos to give the magical dagger to Inanna and advance himself into godhood. Or... Continue Reading →
5.8 The Deepest Depths
Location: Akka MountainsTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring Whilst I was busy working in The Life Labs back at The Caulrdon, Kaoz entered The Deepest Depths which led down to the heart of the Akka Mountains. The secrets paths of the Drokka did not welcome the Myz; they merely tolerated his intrusion, the air growing... Continue Reading →
5.7 By Hook or by Crook
Location: Fubar, Akka, and Nektar's CauldronTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring Later that night, the moon hung like a jaundiced eye over the silent city of Fubar, but within the palace walls, Ramssee felt the invincibility of a god. Observing him through the shifting ripples of The Eye, I watched as he moved through the... Continue Reading →
5.6 The Game is Afoot
Location: Fubar and AkkaTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring Whilst I recovered from my ill-timed visit to Ramssee, the viperz' long day continued. Although exhausted, he did not return to his bed. The silk sheets and the warmth of Monnik’s embrace felt like a different life—one lived by a man who hadn't just looked into... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 