๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3

The key fell into the lock as if it had hung there for over a century. Turning carefully, the shadowed figure of Mickey Hallan, a part-time thief and lowly-rung member of a lowly-rung cult, felt every granule of dust rebel against the movement of the lock's tumblers. It needed a jiggle, locks like these always … Continue reading ๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 3

๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2

The sun wearily shuffles across a Lundrian morning both haggard and uncaffeinated. It arrives without lustre, a faint glow still adorned by the pyjamas of a rolling cloud-line. Filtered light then greets the day with a yawn, settling dew drips down from the moss-covered peaks and onto the rolling hills, onto the emerald green grass … Continue reading ๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 2

๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 1

It was raining. It had always rained in Lundra. Chroniclers, distracted by the steady drip of untraceable leaks, would be heard throughout the annals of time, crying out in lament as another drenched manuscript lay ruined and in the need of redrafting. Water in the inkwell, again; damp settling into the air and turning important … Continue reading ๐Ÿช” Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 1