Through a crack in the timber slatted fence I caught a glimpse of her. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Long, flowing golden hair framed her sparkling green eyes, as her voice, sweet as honey, cried out to the heavens with song, holding an angelic high Continue Reading
Investing Wisely
The alien bellowed out in an animated voice, “Do I hear five million?” His black carapace shone in the springtime sun, lending an air of authority as he brandished a small, wooden tool of some kind energetically. “It’s a lovely terrace, only an hour from the CBD. You don’t find Continue Reading
Brothers in Arms
“Your money, or your life?” demanded Hodrick, brandishing a rusty axe at the travellers. He was really quite good at this thuggery business. Standing six feet tall, his bulk had a natural intimidating effect, and the tone of voice he used was quite frightening, as he stepped out from the Continue Reading
A CEO of Mars
First, a preamble. This story is a touch over 12,000 words long, or a bit over twice as long as An Antibody, if you’ve read that. They’re good words, I reckon, but it’s worth noting that this is longer than most things on the internet, and be honest, you probably Continue Reading
The Man Who Would Be King (Part 4)
Grover took a swig from an unmarked glass bottle, bounding forward along the dirt trail in the snow. His barrel chest bore an array of skins and cloaks, but it seemed the real warmth came from his dwarven liquor. Blake’s teeth chattered against the cold wind, his scrappy leathers providing Continue Reading
An Antibody
The tower shines with neon and chrome in the dark night. A seventy storey steel and concrete monument to the avarice of Euphrates Corp, tinged with dazzling blues and pinks. From street level it blots out the moon. At the very top, behind innumerate layers of security, lies my best Continue Reading
The Man Who Would Be King (Part 3)
Blake could have sworn that a pint of ale in the Basilisk’s Brewhouse was just a littler larger and a little colder than they poured back in Hrothgar. This tavern was clearly the centre of social life in Estangull, with pretty girls dancing to a flautist’s ditty and burly regulars Continue Reading
The Man Who Would Be King (Part 2)
Once, the fields of the barrowlands had been bright with wild grasses and flowers. The ponies which ran gaily through the hills were famed for their stamina. The passing of the Lich King’s horde had put an end to all of that. Now Blake and the Defiant Dust saw a Continue Reading
The Man Who Would Be King (Part 1)
Before the Hallowed Crown, before the Blood Moon, before all those other stories there was a town. Hrothgar still stood at the confluence of the Violia River and Totweld Sea. This has been an important crossroads for trade for as long as there have been people. The Orchives were new, Continue Reading
A Treatise on the Shape of Magick
All correspondence to: Adjunct LecturerShimming Dew On A Crisp Spring Morning B. Magick, M. Phenomenology of Magick The Lady’s College, Silverymoon The dearth of substantive scholarly work upon the nature and shape of magick is a discredit to the realm. Even august institutions like Candlekeep or The Lady’s College are Continue Reading