A Spell for Winter

It was cold that year. The grease-trap from the restaurant upstairs continued its slow leaking creep across her ceiling, but at least the snow-chill that invaded her square basement slab froze the yellow-brown sludge’s advance. She had one window, covered with a lattice of mud and frost. From her desk piled high with paper and […]

World Under Construction – Matters Divine

Pray to the Gods if you must, but do not mention my name if you catch their ear.—  Dwarven saying. Cynus is a strange land, filled with an extremely diverse population both racially and culturally. Some scholars have made note that the widespread worship of the Balance across many geographic and ethnic divides is less […]

World Under Construction – Matters Divine

Pray to the Gods if you must, but do not mention my name if you catch their ear.—  Dwarven saying. Cynus is a strange land, filled with an extremely diverse population both racially and culturally. Some scholars have made note that the widespread worship of the Balance across many geographic and ethnic divides is less […]

World Under Construction – Tone Poetry

The secret roads of Night the falling leaves of Autumn the bright blade shining in the dark. Farewell to kith and farewell to kin we go forth into the Forest hunting monsters and singing strange songs in the bower of Dawn. We have no family except each other no story except this one. The fire […]

World Under Construction – Notes

An adventure needs a place. A simple place, to start — familiar, but just barely. A starting place, a place of no particular importance other than it is the place where We Began. I want this one to have trees. A forest, though not an old one. A forest and a small town, a simple […]