A crag in the mountain becomes a rough-hewn tunnel. Caged sconces with electric lights pit the granite walls. The cords which feed them power snake along the ceiling. Wooden floorboards smooth out the rugged path below their feet.
As tributaries split from their passage, their goblin escorts lead them down turns and jun...
2024-11-03 20:08:56 +0000 UTC View Post“You are not bringing that to dinner.”
Dee snaps shut the hardcase and slides it onto Hammer’s flank. “Yes I am.”
“Diak’zinae, love of my life,” Anise says. “That is a fucking bazooka.”
“It’s a shoulder-fired recoilless rifle,” Dee says. “And it’s one of the few ways an...
2024-11-02 15:31:31 +0000 UTC View PostDee doesn’t waste time or words upon their return. A ring of the muster bell summons her pack, arriving piecemeal across the half-packed camp.
“Let you get back to it in a second.” Her arm is clamped around Anise’s waist, her cords of muscle, her silky skin. “Just a quick announcement. Anise is a Voraag now. S...
2024-11-02 00:34:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe warlocks and their hostages wander through the carnage. A faun dashes from them and sends a helmet skittering and revolving along the viscera-streaked floor. Caspar’s mind is numb from the system strain and the venting adrenaline and the surreal nightmare that saved them.
Tilliam hems and haws as they force him in...
2024-11-02 00:28:28 +0000 UTC View PostI’m relaxing in a stalactited lagoon at Bina’s, a pre-soak for our little viewing party, when an itch echoes in the back of my brain.
Someone is praying to me. Not Caspar.
Florin, the Rogarth fellow, is on the roof of the taphouse again. He’s sitting cross-legged, his face in his hands, hot wet tears trickli...
2024-11-02 00:23:37 +0000 UTC View Post
