Location: The Northern PassageTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Autumn to Winter The journey from the smoldering ruins of Monthaven to the frozen iron gates of Fubar was a trek through despair. It's one thing to suffer a sudden, violent tragedy; it's quite another to endure the slow, grinding erosion of the soul that comes with... Continue Reading →
3.4 The Fall of the House of Finch
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Autumn Distance is like a drug. It allows a man to feel brave while sitting in a velvet chair a thousand miles away. Case in point - King Diked was lounging in his palace in Fubar, sipping wine with the lovely Monnik and boasting to her of his "vengeance"... Continue Reading →
3.3 The Scourge of Monthaven
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall It was Autumn, the season of dying leaves and heavy, wet winds. As Emcorae was busy pleading his case in Arbola, a storm had gathered over his home town - a tempest so unnatural that the elders later claimed the sky itself was screaming a warning... Koaz Comes... Continue Reading →
3.2 The Messenger
Location: Fubar, OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer I would have loved to say that I watched this particular thread of fate through Seraphiel’s orb back in the 53rd year, sifting through the past for news of my truant pawns, Ramssee and Kaoz. But sadly, even an Arch-Demon has his limits; I grew tired and... Continue Reading →
3.1 Binge-Watching The Past
Location: Fubar - Capital of OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer I often find myself amused by the human concept of "power." They speak of it as if it were a solid thing—a throne of oak or a hoard of gold. They do not realize that power is a liquid; it flows, it evaporates, and... Continue Reading →
2.10 It Cannot Be
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall The laws of the Amorosi are written in the grain of the weir-trees; they do not bend for the frantic beating of a human heart. As the shadows of the Great Green Hall stretched long and thin across the village floor, a dark finger pointed toward the... Continue Reading →
2.9 The Petition
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall Man is a creature of the moment, forever building castles upon shifting sands. I have watched the kings of old wage wars for pride and the gods weave destinies for sport, but rarely have I seen a soul as stupidly optimistic as Emcorae Azop. Let me tell... 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 →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 