The sun sets upon the ocean horizon with a warming glow and a gentle kiss to the ocean below. The goddess moons of red and white seek to guide the wanderers of night as they sit upon their throne, one made of stars and light.
A single, small village lies at the tip of Hammarkand, far from the trade roads and cities, it is usually very peaceful and quiet. Today though, it is too quiet and deathly calm. Too calm for what is supposed to be a fisherman’s village and one of the final ports of the northern shores that seat the edge of the Altyran Empire. It is not Merstone Wharf by any means, that port city bustles with merchants peddling their wares from all corners of Ayl’gard, but it is does usually stir with enough business to support its hardworking people. For tonight though, the streets are empty, the boats are docked, abandoned and swaying in the breeze. Only the mild howl of the wind would welcome any who venture here on this quiet night. That and the sight of those who now lie dead on the ground. Continue reading “The Shrew, The Owl and the Final Vow”
Never in the existence of our species have we been so exposed to what could be considered sensory overload. The sights, sounds, smells and the touch of our environment can be a bit overwhelming if we allow it though I strongly believe that many of us have learned, albeit unintentionally, how to ‘tune out’ much of the background information assaulting us from every angle. The result of this is the all too familiar sight of a single person in life just going about their business with nary a damn given as to what’s happening around them. We all do it and probably more often than we realise. Continue reading “Tell Your Eyes to Shut Up”
The continents of Ayl’gard, Gaiaden, Terraden and Valleden, are vast lands filled with distinctive cultures, architecture, history and industry. Any avid explorer with a desire to see this world could spend a lifetime walking the roads of Ayrlaston, traversing the valleys of Sollistar, drudging through the wastes of the Deadlands or sailing the seas and yet every now and then you might come across something so unprecedented, so very unexpected that its mere sight would render, and have rendered, the sharpest minds of this civilisation entirely dumbstruck. Continue reading “The Legacy of Gaius Mordan”
‘Where is he now, Guardian?’
The Arch Magister’s words echo loudly across the halls and through the wings of the now almost entirely vacant Citadel. All mages, merchants, scholars and any whose rank does not read Guardian or Magister have been confined to their quarters, for their own protection.
‘He’s been taken down below, by order of the Commander.’
‘And is he secure?’ Continue reading “Remnants of a Shadowmancer”
I found your letters dear sister and I read every last word. I have finally come home.
Two weeks had passed before word of the attack reached the gates of Amberfall and it was two weeks too fucking many. I passed by the bodies of those who were slain, devoured and then discarded by the side of the road. I’m guessing they tried to flee. They did not succeed. I tried to look upon their faces to see if they belonged to someone I know. I couldn’t though, it was too painful. What if I saw your face? Continue reading “War at My Door: The Final Day”
I’m trapped. I am trapped in our cellar and I don’ think I can go anywhere. Someone has been knocking on every door and window upstairs for the last two days. The noise, the banging, it goes on for hours I think. I can’t stand it anymore. Continue reading “War at My Door: The Fifth Day”
Why am I even doing this? I’m writing letters to you and yet I know that you will not receive a single one. A senseless task if ever there was one. But writing them is the only way I can pass the time without feeling so alone. Continue reading “War at My Door: The Third Day”
It’s finally happened sister. Ingrid warned us they would come but no one would listen to her. Everyone said she was a mad old cow, that the war would never reach us, that the Legion would stop them. It turns out the old crone was right all along. The Dothylfar have invaded the Westervale. Continue reading “War at My Door: The First Day”
The year 2016 will likely be one that shall be noted in the annals of history as a black year. A blip in the progress bar of human evolution. A soggy, tear drenched scroll of irredeemable squalor. Its ink is rancid and its words are harrowing. How dare such a sequentially organised period of time have deigned to exist and play out as it did. The sheer gall of it! From divisive political upheavals and fear fuelled media outbursts to seemingly not a day passing by where a beloved personality or pioneer hadn’t passed away, this particular year seems to have ‘what the bloody hell just happened?’ written all over it. Continue reading “The Year 2016: A Villain or a Victim?”
This is a song once sung centuries ago by the sons and daughters of Ayrlaston to raise their spirits and rally their hearts as they marched to into battle at the behest of their Kings. Continue reading “The Morning Sun”
She, a woman of profound reputation and dark machinations. She of raven hair and porcelain skin. She of sensuous beauty who with the flicker of her eyelashes and the lure of her legs can consume the very will of a meagre man and drive him to madness as his mind fills with lustful desire. For this night though she stares at him from afar, the man in dark leather and a black coat of lined fur. He who lingers only to procure a drink from the barman before disappearing once more. Why does he hide from the eyes of this tavern she asks herself? Ultimately though, it is a fleeting thought. She does not care why for it is the glisten of the coins shining in his hand as he pays for his ale that she wants. And she will have them, by any means necessary. Continue reading “The Wrath of Lust from Shadow to Dust”
I would like you to do me a favour please, if you would allow me to take a few minutes of your time? Pause what you are doing for a moment and go and put on some music, a single song of your choosing. It can be any song you wish, one of your all-time favourites or perhaps something you have never heard before and I would recommend that you do so alone if possible though if not, that’s fine. Whatever is comfortable for you. Continue reading “Unlock Your Mind”