The world flickered in front of him, splintered and reformed and developed before his eyes. The first thing that settled was dunbish music, a woman singing and a band churning out modern rock-infused traditional reels. He was standing in the shadows behind an information panel and under the shade of a city oak with …
Gwyrriun reclined…paused. His life was…out of control. He’d liked being a pirate…it was fun…it was free…but after a few days of flowing beer, lawless neighbors (that stole half his money), and a feeling of living in the moment so strong that it utterly voided any sense of the future at all (leading in turn to …
In the single tavern of the fledgeling town of Dugenstir, firelight flickered gold over the polished wood; a thick bearskin rug was spread warmly over the floor, aromas of spiced potatoes and marinated beef drifted in from the kitchen. The innkeeper stood nearby, aimlessly pacing at random intervals, while the barkeep wiped the …
Brolgen sat along the seaweed strewn dock gazing at the hypnotic swirl of the waters in the glow of the setting sun. He could see strands of kelp in the orange and blues below him; the sky was blazing with colors so bright they could only be painted with light. He still had no ship. …
In the Year 3840 of the First Age, some nine hundred and eighty thousand people lived in what would come to be known as the Allied Kingdoms on the world of Fesiun. The cities of Acralis, Doronede, and Coersipde were in complete chaos as they suffered fromt the dual plagues of having no organized government …
On the outskirts of the village of Blue Gorges, not far from the city of Arbeleth, a certain half-elf rogue was deep in thought, looking out at the forest night lit by cozy rows of hanging lamps receeding into the wild gloom. One of the wolfish creatures, he called them Zolna, was standing nearby, apparently …
“You know, I wish you would stop taking these dives.” “Oh, stop. It’s-” “It’s dangerous, too dangerous for you. There are the sharks just to start; then theres the danger of those buildings collapsing while your inside, being finally broken by some persistent current. Or what if a fisherman should net you? They fish there, …
There are many kinds of magic in the world. Many of them you know now, some of them you have all but forgotten, and some only old age can show you. I won’t bore you with a list here; suffice to say that for Elhest of Drynmur Fen, it was the magic of knowledge that …
And then he realized it, as he passed his fingers over the ancient page, then he realized the connection. He had always heard of how, when books began to be read more and more through electronic media, some folks had complained that it could ‘never replace a book’. That there was just something…natural, and connected, …
The smell of a campfire, faint birdsong, an occasional buzzing of a close insect, and some strange breathing, all seeped in before Horatio Ghosteye opened his eyes. Before him burned a pleasant fire, surrounded by a ring of fieldstones. On either side of this were two strange creatures, pale obese humanoids with long, swept back …
