Our Lady of Night (Jonas’ Saga)

Crystalline air, cold from winter’s breath on the old city fractured the light from every street post into subtle geometry. The fog drifting through the air cast a haze on the forms floating in the air neither close nor far and with most of the lamp bulbs being more...

The Recovery Mission (Sarah’s Saga)

People swirled in on the crowded streets like a teeming school of fish. Only these fish were churning in on themselves in the white-water rapids of a river. Layers of highly functional chaos one upon the other created something that was not only consuming but...

Quiet the Running Mind (Simon’s Saga)

Sunlight brushed the rooftops of the village, passing through drifting smoke from outdoor kitchens and wayward fog still not ready to go about it’s day. The village was positioned on the Northern edge of the great forest such that, though it had come out over an hour...

Rebirth (Sarah’s Saga)

Sarah ran down the path past familiar trees and pennants flapping in the fresh breeze. This time there was no snow as the spring air had melted it and warmed the earth. Flower buds and the beginnings of might-be-trees dotted the forest floor. It had been some time...

A Bit Of Sigil Work (Jonas’ Saga)

To call Sigil work tricky would be accurate in one sense and entirely misleading in another. since human beings began scratching images onto stone in caves during times when being outside was less-than-ideal, they’ve used symbolism to record and communicate. The...