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 →
2.1 The Sons of Stone
Location: The Easton-Weston RoadTime: 6th Age, 52 year, Summer My hand cramps as I grip this celestial quill writing my Apocrypha in these so-called 'modern' times, dear reader. Yet the master, The Great Architect insists on the truth, even thought that truth is a bitter vintage when one has to admit to being a fool.... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 