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 →
5.2 Borg
Location: The Dim Wood ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Late Fall I watched Kaoz scamper out of Babel, so eager to put that fetid hole behind him, so convinced he was charting his own course. How perfectly pathetic. I had him right where I wanted him. The road north from Babel, through the vast plains... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 