The silence following the crash was absolute, a heavy, ringing vacuum that smelled of ozone and shattered crystal. I lay in the crater of the Lumina-7, my skeletal fingers twitching as my "god-aura" still flickered like a dying candle. The Vril-essence I had siphoned from the pilots acted as a numbing salve, stitching my essence... Continue Reading →
9.2 Journey Through New Atlantis
Location: New AtlantisTimeline: Sixth Age, Winter 50 The world has become a smear of bruised violet and bone-white static. I am walking—if you can call this erratic, drunken lurching "walking"—across the Great Shadow. Behind me, the first inner wall has vanished into the murk. Before me, there is only the howling void of the southern... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 