“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 Brothers. It was certain that if the host was to reach the Imperial City and Emperor Tyb III's bele…
The road from the harbor to the Throne of Ascension was carpeted with flowers - white orchids for the purity of the return, lilies, the flower of the Good Father, pansies, yellow and purple, for the lost children of the age, and roses, of c…
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 that led to this are mostly fortunate - I started a new job I rather enjoy and just have a lot less f…
The Master had found me awaiting my death. After I had witnessed him squeezing the sun I fled, seeking somewhere, anywhere, to hide from the terrible truth of his power, from the awful façade that I had once believed was reality. In my flig…
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 hatchlings crawl their way towards the sea. Seagulls and other birds circled about, screeching their f…
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, reality's end. He took a sip from the glass in his right. Nihility burned with endless cold hunger in hi…
Seven months ago. Two weeks following the Fields of Slaughter. Aranasius, last god of the Firebrand Pantheon, had lost his beard. This wasn’t to say it got burned or sheared or simply yanked away - Aranasius’ beard, like all of his hair, wa…
These five bite-size tales have little to do with one another, save that each is exactly 100 words and that I decided to group them together. It's a fun format, and one I might return to in the future. A child had thrown it, and lonely fell…
I have climbed the mountain, for the Master awaited at the top. I found him sitting below the apple tree, looking into the valleys below. Kestrels flew there, and for a moment I imagined the valley was the sea, the peak the shore, and the b…
As I cower beneath the rickety bed in my rickety room in my rickety hostel while frozen clouds smashed into Vlexwood, I can’t help but to wonder how the course of my life could go so wrong. With the lovely sound of splintering wood and my o…
In the dark hours before dawn, he began his great work. The rain tapped on the narrow windows of his basement workshop and thunder sounded in the distance, the gloomy atmosphere mimicking his dark mood. If all went well, tonight would be th…
It has been six months since the end of the Icon's War, and the gods, or those few of them who still remain at least, dare not leave the Ascended Peak. Their angels, their brilliant coronas once a common sight in the night sky, have vanishe…