A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
The Last Act of the Tartarian Empire In the sprawling, beautiful, and utterly temporary magnificence of the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair (officially the Louisiana Purchase Exposition), we are told a story of American progress, technological triumph, and global unity. Millions of visitors gawked at electric lights, new industrial machinery, and the marvel of wireless... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring While the Goddess of Love was consorting with the goat-god on Arcady Isle, the intended victim of her First Sight ritual, Emcorae, awoke in his camp near Monthaven. The grand warrior's slumber, which was to be his luxurious reward, was violently ruined. "What... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring While I was busy wrapping things up in Atlantis, events of the world continued to march on. I know you want to find out if I got my hands on Dagaal, but patience, little one. First let me tell you more about the foibles of... Continue Reading →
Trapped! The word was a heavy stone in my gut. The basement door at the far wall of the Istoki Mysli basement exploded inward, splinters of ancient oak showering the damp stone floor. Hidden behind the ruins of a conduit, I watched the armed Okhrana agents pour into the space—their dark uniforms a stark, violent... Continue Reading →
Istoki Mysli The aetheric shriek was a siren’s call, a frantic, desperate scream that cut through the silent hum of the city. It was not the harmonious resonance of the old world, but a chaotic, untamed energy, raw and dangerous. It felt like a dissonant note in a sacred hymn, a wrench in the gears... Continue Reading →
Location: Fubar in the Orkney RegionTimeline: Sixth Age, Spring, 51 Ah, the fleeting nature of mortal comfort. It's a delectable little tragedy, isn't it? One moment, they are basking in the warmth of their stolen triumphs, the next, the chilling winds of reality come howling in through the window. It is during these moments of... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Part II – The AmorosiChapter 3 – In the BeginningLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 45th Year, Spring Arbola Forest, bathed in the soft, nascent light of Spring, was a picture of serene duplicity. Everything looked so pristine, so harmonious, but I knew better. The tensions of the council chamber were a cancer eating away at... Continue Reading →
Part II – The AmorosiChapter 2 – LanguishingLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 45th Year, Spring Oh, how delectable was the discord that soon festered in Arbola Forest - it became a symphony of mortal frailties that I surely would have savored at the time had my gaze not been fixed on grander schemes! Yet even... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 