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  • The Darkness Desolate

    Malika was silent for a time, regathering her composure. She was embarrassed by her reaction, especially in front of this man. Finally, she nodded solemnly.

    "The Archbishop is gone, as you presume, holy man," she said, "as is everyone else I ever knew. T…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Curse the Darkness

    After the service was over, Orthael sat next to the swordmaiden on the grass and looked out into an overcast morn. He waited a while in silence, but in the end he broke it with a sigh.

    "Varenniel's Candle should be lit, swordmaiden, but it sputtered when…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Lost Things: That Which Is from Within

    She reappeared in another part of the library, a dank room smelling of moldering wood and fungus. The furniture here was in disrepair, rotten through and falling apart. She loved it.

    She settled onto a pile of termite-eaten wood that may once have been a…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • A Flame Snuffed Out

    Malika did not bow her head. So far as she was concerned, faith had failed her. Her eyes had been on the holy man, his vestments - tattered as they were - and on the implements of his office. And so she saw the candle of Varenniel puff out of its own ac…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • The Divine Spark

    Orthael was pleased by the turnout. A few parishioners had come to introduce themselves and give their requests before the start, which he had made careful note of. Herrin had done well with the reading, and then he asked the collected faithful to bow the…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • For Whom the Bell Tolls

    A bell rang in the distance, and Malika rose from her cot, plucking Morduth up from where it lay beside her. She knew the sound of that bell because she had heard it regularly most of her life. This was not quite like the bell in her village, though. The …

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Ever the Hope

    Orthael gave her a smile and lifted a conspiratorial finger to his lips, then indicated the smouldering taper with one hand and the unlit candles with the other. Sparks flew, smoke rose and embers flared - the taper crumbled to ash, the candles flamed. He…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Care Taker

    The church in Trien was a handsome stone edifice, built sturdily in decades past and carefully maintained since; the tall arches lifted Orthael's spirits by their apparent timelessness. There was a flicker of candlelight visible through the windows, and t…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Under a Swift Sunrise

    The air was crisp and the dew barely settled on the grass when Orthael left the house. He closed the door behind him with just the clink of his chain shirt and took the stairs up onto the wall two at a time - relishing the lightness of foot and freedom of…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • What Is Known

    Malika reflected back on her battle with the deathless. The lesser of the creatures she was able to cut a wide swath of destruction through, banishing them back to Ashmar with ease. The greater deathless - a Gorgon, according to Morduth - that one still t…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • What Is Unknown

    Anger flared inside Malika, and she failed to noticed the light aura of flame that momentarily erupted around her hand, even as Morduth lay by her side, untouched.

    He is right, Mistress, the sword declared. There is much about my own history that even…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Beneath What Is

    Before she could challenge him, he spoke. Quietly, but firmly.

    "Take care with your weapon, swordmaiden. It is more than you know, and less. Much has been forgotten about those that drew it and its kin from the forges, but what survives is enough to trou…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Dreamer Awakening

    Malika woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. Morduth was in her hand, ablaze with blue flame that crept up over her hand and wrist. As always the flame did not harm her. Rather it brought her comfort and warmth, and she reveled in its light.

    Mistress…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Restless Dreamer

    Malika slept restlessly that night. Her sleep was plagued by dreams of shadows and flames, the yellow infernos of building burning. Creatures moved among those flames, casting long silhouettes across the carcasses of homes that had fallen into embers. Of …

    Posted 10 months ago
  • The Magistrate's Confidence

    Merall smiled briefly, letting Deravell's stories of bloodlust and corruption of the spirit slip back into the lower reaches of his memory. She need not know, and at any rate they were only stories. Only the librarians in the Lower Archives and the other …

    Posted 10 months ago
  • The Rusted Blade

    Malika shivered. The events of the night still weighed heavily upon her, and it was difficult to wrap her mind around the loss of her village, the fight with the Lycanders, the destruction of the lesser deathless, and the conflict with the greater deathle…

    Posted 10 months ago
  • Starless

    The satellites.

    They should have known when they launched them, battalions at a time. Everything was mathematically planned. No collisions, no crossing paths or degrading orbits. Full coverage. But the little mirrors grew so numerous as to first double t…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Why Pray?

    What is the point of prayer?

    We ask god to make things a certain way that have been what they are all along.

    Please don't let it be cancer

    Please let it be mold and not a dangerous building toxin

    It's not like god miraculously changes it from what it is…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Power over Unbelief

    The reeve waved away his connection to the Flame and gave her a smile that did not quite reach his sad eyes.

    "You are most welcome, child. I'm sorry I cannot do more, but such is our lot as mere men."

    He glanced at Reliath, who was leaning back now as i…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Spark of Healing

    The Archangel of Sparks.

    Malika had heard of this, but she had never actually witnessed it. She had never been a devout follower of the Church, and her local vicar had never, to her knowledge, before summoned an aspect of any of the three Archangels. He …

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Touched by Angels

    Several things happened at once. Orthael and Merall recoiled; even Judgement shifted uneasily in its scabbard. Blood magic was old, from a time long before the first records of the Church. The High Conclave had never formally declared it heresy, though th…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Fire and Flame

    Fire blossomed through her arm, and Malika sucked air between her teeth. Blood spilled onto the sheet covering her, but the coldness in her shoulder suddenly vanished, and she sensed that it was gone for good this time. Blue flame licked up from the blade…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Lost Things: Fester and Rot

    The old crone shuffled along the stacks of Building Ashrack, in no hurry to arrive at her destination. She looked at none of the row letterings, having no need for such things. She had been here many times, and she would be here many more times after. Alw…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Ice and the Fire

    Malika's rise to consciousness was agonizing. She needed more sleep, but her shoulder was like ice. The deathless' grip, it seemed, had not entirely relented, dragging her from the brief respite of unconsciousness.

    She looked for Morduth and panicked mom…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Varenniel's Work

    Orthael was glad to see Merall. He was a fine man, and had always run the magistrate's office with a quiet efficiency.

    "One of the Greater Dead have slipped the halls of Ashmar along with a Lesser host. We were caught up in it."

    "Flame-blessed you must …

    Posted 11 months ago