Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall Time is the cruelest jest of we gods. I have watched the loom of Fate for eons, and rarely do the threads snap so deliciously as they did on one autumn afternoon for Nathily. Given what she did to me later, I have every right to relish... Continue Reading →
2.7 Reality Bites
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer to Fall The Fifty-Second year of the Sixth Age was a season of sharpening. In the forest of Arbola, the air had turned crisp, carrying the scent of drying needles and the tang of coming frost. It was a peculiar thing about the Amorosi—they saw the transition... Continue Reading →
2.6 The Breakthrough at the Pool
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer The Breakthrough at the Pool The center of Arbola Forest was a masterwork of natural geometry, where the massive silver-barked oaks spiraled upward like the pillars of a forgotten sky-palace. Some time later Nathily walked until the sounds of the village—the distant chime of wind-bells and the... Continue Reading →
2.5 The Confession
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer Nathily's room in her parent' kaza, once a sanctuary of childhood dreams, had become a self-imposed prison. For nearly two weeks, she'd remained cloistered behind the door, the walls feeling more like a cage than a home. She spent her hours staring at the dust motes dancing... Continue Reading →
2.13 Garf the Great
Location: Somewhere in the middle of the N'or Easter, OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd year, Winter Brega had done the impossible - somehow he'd located his lost brother in the middle of a raging blizzard. He'd found him barely alive, and tried to keep the candle of Barkla's life from being snuffed out completely but forcing... Continue Reading →
2.12 The Wall of Whiteness
Location: On the border of OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52 Year, Winter There is no greater burden for a younger brother than the weight of a future king’s life. Barkla was born to be the hammer of the empire, while Brega was born to be the hand that guides that empire. Yet the foolish plans of... Continue Reading →
2.11 The Long and Winding Road
Location: On the Road to OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52 Year, Late Summer to Early Winter To the Amorosi of Arbola Forest, "home" was a living, breathing entity—a symphony of sap and song that stretched back to the roots of the world. But for the Drokka, home was perhaps always a ghost. Given the troubling history... Continue Reading →
2.4 The Mirror in the Woods
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52 Year, Spring Time is not a straight line for the Architect; it is a tapestry that I have spent eons unraveling and reweaving. While I wrote about the Drokka princes pace their "gilded cage" in the summer heat of the 52nd year, my mind drifted back to the spring... Continue Reading →
2.3 The Council of the Trees
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer Weeks passed as the Drokka waited for an audience with the Amorosi Council. During that time the brothers impatience only grew. To them, the hospitality of the Amorosi was like their wine: sweet, refined, and ultimately thin. For Barkla and Brega, those weeks of waiting were not... Continue Reading →
2.2 The Magical Woods
Location: Arbola ForestTime: 6th Age, 52 year, Summer The transition from the scorched dust of the road to the borders of the Arbola Forest was not a subtle one. For weeks, the Drokka had traveled through the dry heat of the flatlands as they traveled along the Easton-Weston Road between Regalis and Arbola; now they... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 