A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
📜 ADMIRAL BYRD’S FINAL LOG: The Day the Surface World Was Banned from the Inner Earth The Ice Wall and the Ultimate Secret If you're reading this it's probably because you already recognize that the Globe Model is merely a propaganda tool of the world's elites, enforced by the theatrical circus of NASA, to keep... Continue Reading →
I. The Catastrophe at the Foundation of History For generations, we have been taught a linear, predictable, and comforting version of human history: the slow, upward crawl from the Dark Ages, through the Enlightenment, culminating in the triumphant Industrial Revolution. We are told the 19th century was a period of dizzying technological invention, spearheaded by... Continue Reading →
The Last Act of the Tartarian Empire In the sprawling, beautiful, and utterly temporary magnificence of the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair (officially the Louisiana Purchase Exposition), we are told a story of American progress, technological triumph, and global unity. Millions of visitors gawked at electric lights, new industrial machinery, and the marvel of wireless... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring While the Goddess of Love was consorting with the goat-god on Arcady Isle, the intended victim of her First Sight ritual, Emcorae, awoke in his camp near Monthaven. The grand warrior's slumber, which was to be his luxurious reward, was violently ruined. "What... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring While I was busy wrapping things up in Atlantis, events of the world continued to march on. I know you want to find out if I got my hands on Dagaal, but patience, little one. First let me tell you more about the foibles of... Continue Reading →
My Leviathan - the monster I created to destroy Atlantis. I'd willingly sacrificed the creature in order to wipe that ancient empire off the face of the flat earth - and it worked. Both the city and the behemoth sunk to the bottom of the seas - their remains lost to time and history ever... Continue Reading →
Location: The Ruins of AtlantisTimeline: Winter 48 to Winter 49 The Ghost of Kaelin hovered before me. I remember the fool. Long ago he was an Atlantean, tall, proud, and strong, yet his ghost before me now was not of flesh and bone. It is a weeping tapestry of sorrow, a living manifestation of despair.... Continue Reading →
The rhythmic grinding instantly escalated to a piercing, metal-on-stone shriek. It wasn't the distant hum of the drill anymore; it was the sound of a mechanical beast chewing through the final inches of our sanctuary. <CRRAAAAACKKK!> The drill bit ripped through the cistern ceiling with the violence of a cannon blast. The air exploded. A... Continue Reading →
Trapped! The word was a heavy stone in my gut. The basement door at the far wall of the Istoki Mysli basement exploded inward, splinters of ancient oak showering the damp stone floor. Hidden behind the ruins of a conduit, I watched the armed Okhrana agents pour into the space—their dark uniforms a stark, violent... Continue Reading →
Istoki Mysli The aetheric shriek was a siren’s call, a frantic, desperate scream that cut through the silent hum of the city. It was not the harmonious resonance of the old world, but a chaotic, untamed energy, raw and dangerous. It felt like a dissonant note in a sacred hymn, a wrench in the gears... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 