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 →
4.12 The Chosen One
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 →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 