It’s the 1st of November. That means winter has arrived . And I am still working my way through tidying the archives of this blog. 2003 is now complete. Probably. There seem to be loads of duplicate p
“The question of the final fate of High Marshal's Edon the Younger's host remains a hotly debated topic among historians of the Third War of...
The Redeemer has come. The road from the harbor to the Throne of Ascension was carpeted with flowers - white orchids for the purity of t...
Hey everyone (if there is in fact anyone reading): As you may have noticed, there had been no new posts this last month. The circumstances ...
The Master had found me awaiting my death. After I had witnessed him squeezing the sun I fled, seeking somewhere, anywhere, to hide from th...
When I came to the Master I found him sitting on the shore. Feet idly kicking about a tidal pool, he was watching a swarm of green turtle ha...
In his right hand he had a glass Caerloch 21 year-old Single Barrel, likely the last in all of existence. In his left he held Nihility, real...
Seven months ago. Two weeks following the Fields of Slaughter. Elsewhere. Aranasius, last god of the Firebrand Pantheon, had lost his be...
