Captian's Log The First Dragonslayer 15 Feb 202413 Feb 2024 Men, the cindered corpses of men, bestrewed the valley, and the knight wondered for a moment if he was the only man left alive in the entire world. He plunged…
Captian's Log The First Dragonslayer 14 Feb 202413 Feb 2024 The vision, or spell, or whatever it was, passed, and the darkness of the world fell back in on him like a wave. Blood, red and hot, stained his plate-mail;…
Captian's Log The First Dragonslayer 13 Feb 2024 The knight shuffled forward a few paces, teetering in his clanking armor before falling to a knee. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't make sense of the broken images…
Captian's Log Facing the Dead Dragon 16 Oct 202314 Oct 2023 A bridge spans the river which flows beyond our small vision and into the waiting sea. A bridge, carved from the bones of a fallen dragon; there is no toll…
Captian's Log Lost Magic 29 Sep 202325 Sep 2023 The dreams have ended where they began the knights have fallen down to a man the hope we had is burnt up in flame the dragon's wrath no hero can…
Captian's Log Waking Up 1 Aug 202329 Jul 2023 We imagine we're heroes in the safety of our minds, rescuing imaginary damsels, speaking hard truths in the faces of fantasied tyrants, willing to sacrifice everything in ancient battles for…
Captian's Log The Last Dragonslayer 2 Apr 202329 Mar 2023 The sepulcher of the last knight is a cold crypt hewn of uncompromising stone. He lies in its center, his bones hidden under his carved image. The supine facsimile is…
Captian's Log The Last Dragonslayer 1 Apr 202329 Mar 2023 "Your world was founded because men slew dragons, defended the people. You are the last of that tradition, worthy of the name dragonslayer for your deed—" "I seek no honors…
Captian's Log The Last Dragonslayer 31 Mar 202329 Mar 2023 The young man's eyes fell, his hands folded; he seemed to be talking more to himself than to anyone at the table—not even to the man clad in black armor:…
Captian's Log The Last Dragonslayer 30 Mar 202329 Mar 2023 The ruin of a great man, standing there, dressed still in the ornamental black armor of tradition, raiment made long ago obsolete by gunpowder, the last aristocrat, his dark countenance…
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