Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall The laws of the Amorosi are written in the grain of the weir-trees; they do not bend for the frantic beating of a human heart. As the shadows of the Great Green Hall stretched long and thin across the village floor, a dark finger pointed toward the... Continue Reading →
2.9 The Petition
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall Man is a creature of the moment, forever building castles upon shifting sands. I have watched the kings of old wage wars for pride and the gods weave destinies for sport, but rarely have I seen a soul as stupidly optimistic as Emcorae Azop. Let me tell... Continue Reading →
2.8 The Tell-Tale Heart
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall Time is the cruelest jest of we gods. I have watched the loom of Fate for eons, and rarely do the threads snap so deliciously as they did on one autumn afternoon for Nathily. Given what she did to me later, I have every right to relish... Continue Reading →
2.5 The Confession
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer Nathily's room in her parent' kaza, once a sanctuary of childhood dreams, had become a self-imposed prison. For nearly two weeks, she'd remained cloistered behind the door, the walls feeling more like a cage than a home. She spent her hours staring at the dust motes dancing... Continue Reading →
2.13 Garf the Great
Location: Somewhere in the middle of the N'or Easter, OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd year, Winter Brega had done the impossible - somehow he'd located his lost brother in the middle of a raging blizzard. He'd found him barely alive, and tried to keep the candle of Barkla's life from being snuffed out completely but forcing... Continue Reading →
2.12 The Wall of Whiteness
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 →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 