‘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?’
Piper. 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 … Read More War at My Door: The Final Day
Erin. 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.
Erin. 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.
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 … Read More The Year 2016: A Villain or a Victim?
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, … Read More The Wrath of Lust from Shadow to Dust
“When the Red Moon rises and blooms a bright blood sky, Ashyara, the Lady of Death and most revered Dark Goddess, will walk amongst the garden of graves to watch over the honoured dead.” Surrounded by tall, stone watchtowers that burn the endless white green fire of hallowed flame and guarded by those condemned by law to watch over the dead stands the City … Read More Gravegarden
The bright, white moon shines above in the sky, clear and far, whilst the red moon wanes. Samaia, the goddess of life and rebirth, has dominion this night over her sister Ashyara, the goddess of death, as the white moon shines strong. The snows of the Lochlands are falling softly and silent in the lands of winter. Meredith Lockewood, the only child of Lord … Read More A Will of Bitter Winter
Blind Mans Road. It is a name that was given to one of the perilous mountain paths that leads to Amberfall, the golden city of the Summerpeak Mountains famed for its glorious, if a bit rain-ridden weather, magnificent architecture and the infamous Aeon Citadel. Most of the time, travellers are able to navigate this road with ease, often stopping as they do to observe … Read More The Lost Heir of a Broken Line