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 →
9.5 The Discordant Cargo
I was a stowaway on the Mylar vessel, hoping I was heading to Lemuria, but still not quite sure. It is a bitter irony, I mused, the vibration of the Star-Glass floor rattling my flattened essence. To think that while the rest of the mortals on the Flat Earth have only recently been celebrating the... Continue Reading →
Nikola Tesla: The Last Tartarian Scientist?
By Azazel, Director of the Tesla-Tartaria Research Initiative and your friendly God of Death Introduction: The Man Who Knew Too Much Nikola Tesla was more than an inventor—he was an anomaly. His ideas—wireless energy, free electricity, and intercontinental communication—were so advanced that they defied the scientific understanding of his time. But what if his genius... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 