Category Archives: Shrouded City

The empire of worlds is crumbling, for the Abatement encroaches upon the lands. At its heart, the Shrouded City, where Grand Magus plays a deadly game of cat and mouse. Amidst the players are an alchemist, a mercenary, a merchant, and a sorceror whose power rivals his own.

Timing

iming, it was all about timing.  Didn’t matter which weapon you used; if you timed it right, you could take out swathes of the rippers with one sweep of the blade. Luther knew this, and so he stepped in an … Continue reading

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Roots

ight this way” beckoned the hooded lady. We had been travelling through the mists for some time.  Unable to see more than a few feet on front of us, we were entirely reliant upon the tinkle of the little bell … Continue reading

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Menace

andrake bombs!  Now!”  Amadeo shouted over his shoulder as he cracked the reins, “and bring out the box of sunberry juice ampoules!” Maya hurried inside the wagon while her husband continued to drive the horses.  Looking around the shelves she … Continue reading

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Grievance

regarious sort of fellow aren’t we? ” Noah said as he peered into the waters of the font. Being the Grand Magus, Noah was perfectly capable of using any body of water, any reflective surface for scrying, however he liked … Continue reading

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Beasts

e quiet” said Amadeo to his wife, “and keep still.” “Why?  What’s going on?” asked Maya, concern in her voice. Amadeo leaned close to his wife’s ear and whispered “because they might be nearby and they might hear us.  If … Continue reading

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The Chosen

Not being able to see more than a few feet in front of her was unnerving, as was the silence; the only sound she heard was that of her shoes clicking loudly on the damp paving slabs underfoot. There were … Continue reading

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Fog

Optimism is like a spiritual magnet. People are drawn to a person who is optimistic; they are infected by their enthusiasm and apparent fearlessness. It’s contagious, because people want to hope. They want to believe that everything will turn out … Continue reading

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