Location: Fubar, capital of OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Winter The iron gates of Fubar’s inner sanctum groaned shut, sealing the merchant’s daughter and her maid away from the wind. and the horrors of their journey north. For Lynsy and Tiffania, the transition from the wagon to the palace was a dizzying blur of sensory... Continue Reading →
3.5 The Trail of Tears
Location: The Northern PassageTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Autumn to Winter The journey from the smoldering ruins of Monthaven to the frozen iron gates of Fubar was a trek through despair. It's one thing to suffer a sudden, violent tragedy; it's quite another to endure the slow, grinding erosion of the soul that comes with... Continue Reading →
3.4 The Fall of the House of Finch
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Autumn Distance is like a drug. It allows a man to feel brave while sitting in a velvet chair a thousand miles away. Case in point - King Diked was lounging in his palace in Fubar, sipping wine with the lovely Monnik and boasting to her of his "vengeance"... Continue Reading →
3.3 The Scourge of Monthaven
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Fall It was Autumn, the season of dying leaves and heavy, wet winds. As Emcorae was busy pleading his case in Arbola, a storm had gathered over his home town - a tempest so unnatural that the elders later claimed the sky itself was screaming a warning... Koaz Comes... Continue Reading →
3.2 The Messenger
Location: Fubar, OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer I would have loved to say that I watched this particular thread of fate through Seraphiel’s orb back in the 53rd year, sifting through the past for news of my truant pawns, Ramssee and Kaoz. But sadly, even an Arch-Demon has his limits; I grew tired and... Continue Reading →
3.1 Binge-Watching The Past
Location: Fubar - Capital of OrkneyTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Summer I often find myself amused by the human concept of "power." They speak of it as if it were a solid thing—a throne of oak or a hoard of gold. They do not realize that power is a liquid; it flows, it evaporates, and... Continue Reading →
2.10 It Cannot Be
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 →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 