Location: The Easton-Weston RoadTime: 6th Age, 53 year, Spring 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 →
10.1 The Flickering Threads of Fate
The air atop Nektar’s Cauldron was thin and biting, a cold that didn't just touch the skin but sought to settle in the marrow. It carried the sharp, familiar sting of sulfur, belched from the volcanic vents that honeycombed the peak below—a scent that, to me, was sweeter than any perfume of Inanna's Pleasure Palace.... Continue Reading →
3.5 The Supreme Overlord
Part III: The PlagueChapter 5: Supreme OverlordLocation: KagorTimeline: Sixth Age of Substance, 46th Year, Spring <RRRRRRRRRR-BOOM-BOom-Boom-boom…> The skies over Kagor roiled black, clouds swirling in a staccato dance as thunder echoed off the jagged crags of the Kasteele Mountains, a sound like the war drums of an ancient god. The air was thick with the... Continue Reading →
19.2 That Loving Touch
Part XIX - EpilogueChapter 2 - That Loving Touch The War of Ghast was over—its devastation etched into the very bones of the earth. And The Ghast, that ancient weapon of mass destruction was now in the hands of Gwar, the God of War. But what happened after that? Well funny you should ask. Gwar’s... Continue Reading →
19.1 The Fog of War
Part XIX: EpilogueChapter 1: The Fog of War And so it was that The War of the Ghast came to an end — yet, my friends, this tale is far from over. In fact our story is only just beginning. Oh sure, there are loose ends to tie up, little scraps of history you might... Continue Reading →
18.7 The Victim of the Pines
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 7 - The Victim of the PinesTimeline AO 326 From the distance of realms beyond mortal comprehension, I watched the tragic play that was the life and death of Hacktor Derkillez all unfold through the Eye of Seraphiel. A relic granting me vision across time and space, a clarity of... Continue Reading →
18.6 The Moment
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 6 - The MomentTimeline AO 326 If this was an opera, the fat lady would be singing right about now... I watched with cold detachment from the cozy confines of The Cauldron as my two pawns lay upon the battlefield. Hacktor Derkillez was stuck beneath the lifeless weight of Garrick... Continue Reading →
18.5 The Bitter End
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 5: The Bitter EndTimeline: AO 326 Hacktor Derkillez was doomed. He'd foolishly allowed himself to be separated from his main army after chasing a goblin false flag with a small group of his best fighters. Only too late did he realize his mistake - and now all his men were... Continue Reading →
18.4 It’s a Trap!
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 4: It's a Trap!Timeline: AO 326 The sun hung low in the sky of The World Above as it cast long shadows across the weary landscape. Dust clung to the air, kicked up by the thousands of war ponies and the boots of the Drokka infantry as their army marched... Continue Reading →
18.3 For Thee, O Drokka
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 3: For Thee, O DrokkaTimeline: AO 326 Ah, mortals—so tender, so fragile. How easily they cling to love, thinking it will save them. Hacktor Derkillez and his twin sister Hecla are no different. Even now, as I watched them through the thin veil separating my realm from theirs, they held... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 