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 →
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 →
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 →
18.3 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 →
18.2 The Gambit
Part XVIII: The Darkest DayChapter 2: The GambitTimeline: AO 326 The thick stone walls of Rhokki Pass Palace were draped in shadow, the cold of winter from The World Above seeping into every crevice inside the mountains. Outside, in the battlefield of Gor snow swirled in the air, settling over the frozen landscape like a... Continue Reading →
17.7 What More?
Part XVII: The Long Dark Tea Time of the SoulChapter 7: What More?Timeline: AO 326 Two more years passed and when I checked in on Hacktor again he was back in Kel-de-Kaba - sitting in the war chamber and squabbling again with his generals - still looking for answers. These mortals always struggled as weight... Continue Reading →
17.4 Through Kel-de-Kaba
Part XVII: The Long Dark Tea Time of the SoulChapter 4: Through Kel-de-KabaTimeline: AO 323 The Drokka Byways, a series of ancient roads cut into the very bones of the earth, wound their way south like the veins of some great, forgotten beast. Hacktor rode ahead on his favorite war pony, a fierce beast named... Continue Reading →
15.8 The Battle of Gor
Part XV: The Coming of The MyzChapter 8: The Battle of GorTimeline AO 323 Having endured weeks of frustrating harassment at the hands of the mzy calvary, Hacktor's army was beleagured and demoralized. Yet the prospect for a pitched battle bouyed the spirits of everyone among the Drokka - if only because it offered them... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 