A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
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 Echo of the Lost Grid The year is 1898, and the world hums with the false promise of progress. It is a world I am forced to live in but do not belong to. Smoke belches from a thousand new factories, iron behemoths roar across continents, and a strange, chugging sound—the rhythm of the... Continue Reading →
Location: To Atlantis, via travels around The Flat EarthTimeline: Winter 48 I'd recovered from my death communal and was sure I had discovered key secrets about Dagaal's whereabouts. Even though I'd searched these same places to try to find that artifact about six hundred years ago, I'd realized that perhaps my earlier searches were less... Continue Reading →
Location: Fubar in the Orkney RegionTimeline: Sixth Age, Spring, 51 Ah, the fleeting nature of mortal comfort. It's a delectable little tragedy, isn't it? One moment, they are basking in the warmth of their stolen triumphs, the next, the chilling winds of reality come howling in through the window. It is during these moments of... Continue Reading →
Location: Nektar’s Cauldron, KraTimeline: Sixth Age, 47th Year, Spring Ah, the bliss of a job well done. Kaoz, my new favorite little myz, was back on his path, his mind now a gleaming new toy of my own design. Confident that he wouldn’t stray, I turned my attention to other, more pressing matters. The little... Continue Reading →
Location: The Dim Wood ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Late Fall I watched Kaoz scamper out of Babel, so eager to put that fetid hole behind him, so convinced he was charting his own course. How perfectly pathetic. I had him right where I wanted him. The road north from Babel, through the vast plains... Continue Reading →
Location: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, End of Autumn And now let us connect Emcorae with Arbola. Fresh from his bloody baptism in the woods, the boy arrived at the grand, verdant folly the elves call Arbola Forest. A place of infuriating peace and nauseating virtue, a realm that Alyssa, my rival, had so carefully... Continue Reading →
Part II: The AmorosiLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 46th Year, Spring Ah, the spring of the forty-sixth year. A time of rebirth, of new beginnings, of fresh growth—and of course, the most exquisite political deadlock. As it stood, the Amorosi deceived themselves into thinking they were having a civilized discussion about something of cosmic importance... Continue Reading →
Part II – The AmorosiChapter 1 – The ArbolsLocation: Arbola ForestTimeline: Sixth Age, 44th Year It may hearten you to learn that not every thread of this grand tapestry revolves around my inestimable self—though, if I had my way, it would, and the tale would be all the richer for it. But alas, A’H’s tiresome... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 