Keepers of the Beacon

You step from the hatch and see a line of bricks built into the wall that protects this section of the parapet from rough sea; it's a day of symphonic bluster and the azure sky has become overtaken by the glow of a nearby brushfire. A warm buffet of ash sweeps past as the howl … Continue reading Keepers of the Beacon →

Chess for Wizards Part I

In a dimly lit chamber of flasks and curious magical relics, a rather flustered wizard was attempting to haggle with the postman. ‘Twenty five crowns! You think I’m an alchemist!?’ stammered the wizard, standing from his chair and only just managing to restrain himself from jumping over the desk and throttling his visitor. ‘What person … Continue reading Chess for Wizards Part I →

Ghost II

‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II →

A Posion so Vile

‘Bring me the god slayer’ Althu-urk bellowed. Sweeping his crooked fingers downward in a scything slash, the Demon-wizard of the quantic steppe cut through the plume of noxious green haze that billowed from the dread-cauldron before him and caught an unexpecting underling across the back of its head.Drawing himself up to his imposing full height, … Continue reading A Posion so Vile →

They call me Cloth!

Crisscrossed and tumbling over itself, the mostly sentient bulk lumbered its way through a wall and into the sewer canal. A mass of ambulatory garbage, bulging with the assorted detritus of much that was unmentionable, tracked a smear of someting gastly behind its form as it slid across the brickwork.One single thought drifted through the … Continue reading They call me Cloth! →

A Letter for the Mountain Troll

‘Well that was unexpected.’ Long ago a fretful king watched as his borders diminished with the frailty of a waxless candle.Dreading the eventual destruction of his capital, the king panicked and chose to form a small group of mounted scouts, in hopes that a system of quickly delivered correspondence could allow him enough time to … Continue reading A Letter for the Mountain Troll →