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 →
2.2 Languishing
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 →
4.2 – The Mysstro
Part IV: That Meddling KidChapter 2 - The MysstroLocation: Monthaven, Eastern TerrVerdeTimeline: Sixth Age of Substance, 45th Year, Mid-Autumn How quaint, this gathering at the Brandonale Inn, where the old fool Alfranco Azop continued to spin his tales for a crowd of simpletons, their lives so empty they hung on his every word as if... Continue Reading →
2.7 The Next Azoras
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th year, Summer to Autumn Oh, the utter, magnificent despair of a mortal trying to change who they are. They believe that if they simply cut their hair or change their clothes, they can transform their very souls. It’s an adorable delusion, like a child putting on a cape and... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 