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 →
2.7 The Next Azoras
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th year, Summer to Autumn Oh, the utter, magnificent despair of a mortal trying to change who they are. They believe that if they simply cut their hair or change their clothes, they can transform their very souls. It’s an adorable delusion, like a child putting on a cape and... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 