Location: On the road to FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Fall The next day found Emcorae and Nathily safely away from Skarra Bree and little concerned about anyone catching them from behind - not with the elvish mares rode. Meanwhile The Iron Haul Trail lived up to its grim name—a rusted artery carved through the... Continue Reading →

Location: Skarra BreeTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, End of Summer The final days on the Parkway North were a study in absolute desolation. The road, once the primary artery for trade all the way from Mersia had become a bleached bone stretching toward the horizon - word had surely travelled through the merchants caravan network... Continue Reading →

Location: The Road to Skarra-BreeTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Summer The campfire was a flickering orange bruise against the encroaching purple of the Orkney twilight. Still on the road to Skarra-Bree, Emcorae and Nathily had long since left behind the rolling, golden meadows of Pennal and the ancient, humming deep-green canopies of Arbola were a... Continue Reading →

Location: FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring My Apocrypha records more events I wasn't aware of at the time. Here we see Kaoz in all his glory - he has The Grim and there is nothing stopping him from returning to Ramos to give the magical dagger to Inanna and advance himself into godhood. Or... Continue Reading →

Location: Akka MountainsTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring Whilst I was busy working in The Life Labs back at The Caulrdon, Kaoz entered The Deepest Depths which led down to the heart of the Akka Mountains. The secrets paths of the Drokka did not welcome the Myz; they merely tolerated his intrusion, the air growing... Continue Reading →

Location: Fubar, Akka, and Nektar's CauldronTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring Later that night, the moon hung like a jaundiced eye over the silent city of Fubar, but within the palace walls, Ramssee felt the invincibility of a god. Observing him through the shifting ripples of The Eye, I watched as he moved through the... Continue Reading →

Location: FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring I watched through the Eye, the gold-rimmed aperture of my scrying glass rippling like disturbed water. The King’s bedchamber looked like a tomb of velvet and stagnant air, the heavy curtains drawn tight against a world that had moved on without its master. Diked was a pathetic knot... Continue Reading →

Location: FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring I continued watching through The Eye - King Diked’s return to the palace was a frantic blur as he scrambled to escape the memories of his struggle with the plague that was destroying his people. Once inside his fortress, he burst through the ornate gilded doors, his lungs... Continue Reading →

Location: FubarTimeline: Sixth Age, 53rd Year, Spring The King Den felt like home to The Royal Steward as Ramssee sat ensconced in his favorite wingback chair taking in the smells of the chamber - old leather, woodsmoke, and the cloyingly sweet vapor of expensive liquors. It was a room designed for the quiet exercise of... Continue Reading →