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 →
2.4 The Mirror in the Woods
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 →
2.1 The Sons of Stone
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 →
1.1 The Hangover of a Hegemon
The sun—that bloated, blinding eye of A’H—crawled over the jagged horizon of Kra with an offensive, almost personal amount of enthusiasm. It didn't just rise; it assaulted. I winced as a stray beam of light caught the edge of a discarded silver tray, lancing through my temples like a needle of pure light worse than... Continue Reading →
9.12 The Aperture of Grace
The Priest of Mu used the power of their ethereal minds to cause the dais I was on to hover towards the center of the main hall within the Great Pyramid of Lemuria. The High Priest himself did not walk; he glided across the polished alabaster floor, his feet never truly touching the ground as... Continue Reading →
9.11 The Tabernacle of the Stolen Soul
The entrance into the heart of Mu was not a journey into a building, but an immersion into a living, breathing prayer. So much had changed since my last visit to this locale ages ago when I had retrieved Lilith from the secret prison I'd created for her in the bowels beneath the Crystal Towers.... Continue Reading →
9.10 The Archons of Mu
The Great Pyramid of Mu was in my sight and I knew Dagaal was there. I merely had a short distance to cover to reach my goal, yet before I could make my way across the Aether-Gap to the central island, my feet froze against the frosted glass of the balcony I was one. The... Continue Reading →
9.9 Frequency of Fear
Don't make the mistake of thinking I'd escaped. I'd only gained a brief respite but I was still stuck in a sensory nightmare - a shadow-god trapped in a world of high-definition light. I wasn't just an intruder; I was a walking sacrilege - but unlike you people who complain at every nuisance in your... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 