Location: The Northern WastesTimeline: Sixth Age, 47th Year, Spring Ah, the fickle nature of mortals. One moment, they are wholly mine, and the next, they are the playthings of another. So it was for my dear Kaoz and sadly this is another escapade of his that I didn't know about until it was too late... Continue Reading →
5.5 Kaoz in the Swamp
Location: The StaxTimeline: Sixth Age, 47th Year, Spring Ah, the spring of '47. A time of rebirth, of new beginnings. For me, it was a time of glorious new plans, a time when my 'upgraded' version of Kaoz was finally let loose upon the world. After my... revisions... at The Cauldron, I was supremely confident... Continue Reading →
5.4 Formula 409
Location: Nektar’s Cauldron, KraTimeline: Sixth Age, 47th Year, Spring Ah, the bliss of a job well done. Kaoz, my new favorite little myz, was back on his path, his mind now a gleaming new toy of my own design. Confident that he wouldn’t stray, I turned my attention to other, more pressing matters. The little... Continue Reading →
5.3 The Pysk Drill
Location: Nektar's Cauldron, KraTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Late Autumn to Winter Here's an especially delightful part of the story. You’ve seen how I set the stage and how I moved a few pawns into their preordained positions. Now, you shall see the true power of Azazel. The myz, Kaoz, was delivered to my doorstep... Continue Reading →
5.2 Borg
Location: The Dim Wood ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Late Fall I watched Kaoz scamper out of Babel, so eager to put that fetid hole behind him, so convinced he was charting his own course. How perfectly pathetic. I had him right where I wanted him. The road north from Babel, through the vast plains... Continue Reading →
5.1 The Fall of Babel
Location: Kagor and GorTimeline: Year 46, Summer to Fall Kagor is the "Demon Isle" that the humans of Gor so rightly feared. On a particular summer day the air was thick with the stench of ambition. Overlord Keldar, that magnificent slab of muscle and malevolence who was the self-styled Supreme Overlord of The West, was... Continue Reading →
4.12 The Chosen One
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, End of Autumn And now let us connect Emcorae with Arbola. Fresh from his bloody baptism in the woods, the boy arrived at the grand, verdant folly the elves call Arbola Forest. A place of infuriating peace and nauseating virtue, a realm that Alyssa, my rival, had so carefully... Continue Reading →
4.11 The Attack
Location: On the road to ArbolaTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Autumn It was time for Emcorae to have his first taste of the "real world." I only regret that I wasn't the god who orchestrated it... Crack! “Ouch!” yelped Emcorae, dropping the wooden sword he’d been holding as the pain of a false strike radiated up... Continue Reading →
4.10 Two Roads Diverged
Location: Montaven and beyondTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Autumn At last Emcorae was finally leaving the stage of his pitiful little town and venturing out into the wider world. His family thought they were sending him away for his protection, never realizing they were simply giving him to the gods to play with. A fortnight later,... Continue Reading →
4.9 Unanswered Prayers
Location: MontavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Autumn Ah, yes. The tale of human love and loss. How utterly tragic. And by tragic, of course, I mean hilarious. I also think it is an education. Let's begin. As most of the backwater hamlet of Monthaven prepared for another gloomy winter in the near future, Emcorae Azop, sit... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 