Mnemosynes and the Art of Lockpicking

If you are reading this, then I am dead. May the betrayer rot. Undying We'll see about that. He approached me as I was returning home to Eastham from Rithwic. Celcynd had been buying drinks for the whole house. It was a late night. From the forest shadows he called my name. I, a master of silence and stealth, knew when I was outclassed. I waited to see what he had to say. He stepped from under the dark copse of trees. Taller than me, covered in a blue robe with a hood over his face. He...

Meditations on the Abyss

I kicked piled furniture away from the rear door, and opened it. Wan red sunlight spilled across the threshold and painted the cabin's cluttered gloom the color of desert stone. Behind me, Kei repeated, Jarilyn, where's your daughter Ma'am What happened to Cortrima over the hysterical wails of the Aluvian woman we'd found here. Cortrima, Jarilyn sobbed. They came and took her. They took her in the night. Their hands came through the walls I couldn't stop them. I doubted we'd get much...