-
I had the strangest dream...
Yes, when I woke up this morning I couldn't help but feel like I had just roused from a sleep some many many months longer than a single night, a sleep in which I had the strangest dream. In this dream I was a puppet master of some kind, tugging on the strings of life and death for a merry band of journeymen who stumbled from one entanglement to ( Read more... ) -
Not My Kind of Feast
I have yet to be impressed by the hospitality of this shadow land. First we're set upon by giants and wraiths in the misty woods, then we stumble across a pile of ruins only to find ourselves surrounded by rotting corpses intent on devouring us. How very discourteous of them, I must say. I would have expected at least a "please, sir, might I chew ( Read more... ) -
Just the Pits
I don't think much of this faerie realm. Where's the glittering dust sparkling in the sunshine, and the bees, and the daffodils, and all that other faerie stuff?
Oh, that's right. This is the shadow faerie realm. No sparkly butterflies and honey dew here. Just stumbling goliaths and soul-sucking wraiths and gaping great big bloody holes in the ( Read more... ) -
Zobeck the Mad
Before you go running off to start drawing up a defamation lawsuit on Zobeck's behalf, it would behoove you to know that Zobeck is a city, a city turning mad from the influence of shadowy assassins and twisted magic. We, Vondal's Vandals, are also well known by our other name, The Untwisters (honestly, it's true, I didn't just make it up now. Don' ( Read more... ) -
A Shadow of My Former Self
You think that's funny, do you? You won't be laughing once I'm done telling you my tale of woe. And woeful it surely is! I'm not even exaggerating, not even a little bit! Honest! ( Shadowy doings in shadowy places... ) -
Back in the Saddle
Ah, the wind, the rain, the sun, the chafing between the thighs. Nothing like being back on a horse in the rough wilderness.
Aye, we've left the pyramid behind us in ruins, the ghosts of Thrullzon and Karavakos to wail on the wind, and the Rod of Ruin in ashes. I drank many a jolly libation to the passing of that foul thing, and when I was done ( Read more... ) -
Madness' End
Poor old Thrullzon. I guess he just wasn't what Orcus was looking for to take over the world, when it came down to it.
Yes, this is me, your lovable furry friend Akmenos, finally back in my own skin. Thrullzon is, once again, history, so it's only fair that the last moments of his tale should have their telling, and who better to tell it than the ( Read more... ) -
On the Brink
He is close, I can feel it in these bones. Even though we continue to battle past his minions and monsters, beasts of towering bone and spitting flame, and even though we face his misshapen simulacra, I know that we have not yet destroyed the true abomination that is Karavakos.
But we are so very, very close. I know it, almost as if an unheard ( Read more... ) -
Now you see him ... Now you don't ...
Karavakos is toying with our minds. He lays traps and illusions and waits for us to fall into them, his laughter unheard but echoing shrill in the back of our ears as we struggle to survive another ploy, another deception.
( What madness this way lies? )