Captian's Log Knight of Ebermere 30 Jun 2022 The Last King stepped from the shadows of the Ebermere. He spoke no word, but we saw his pale eyes, brimming with . . . I don't know how to say it. They…
Captian's Log Wicked Deed 29 Jun 2022 A deadly pall hung over the frightened villagers, and all those weary eyes followed the dying man as he was led bound to the gallows. Wearied eyes, tired spheres, they…
Captian's Log I’ve Bled This Way Before 28 Jun 2022 The twisting, turning, endless corridors—No means to mark my way along the floorexcept to open up my aching wound—Such desprate means! Already I have swoonedand laid upon my stony path,…
Captian's Log Sepulcher 26 Jun 202225 Jun 2022 The musty air was mixed with the faintest tint of death, like the subtle fumes of a grave, odors which nature knows but man cannot smell. Nature knows, but doesn't…
Captian's Log Can’t Be 25 Jun 2022 By some happenchance, a river diverges around a long, thin island. It is a wide river, and the little island might at times feel itself alone in the world. Only…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Brothers of Stone 22 Jun 2022 The grinning stone, with cobwebbed covered mouth, laughs silently.His carved brother under him he throttles violently.And thus from the same rock they came into reality,a Cain and Abel evermore wrought…
Captian's Log Trapdoor 19 Jun 202218 Jun 2022 The hollow echo of their steps rebounded into Chance's ears with thrilling, subtle evolutions; what monsters stalk this empty church? What terrors lurk in this dark cathedral? Just two men,…
Captian's Log Hypnos 18 Jun 2022 The pendulum sweeps before my eyes—to the right, to the left—while his soft, disembodied voice whispers imperceptible phrases to me, the quiet syllables bleeding into each other like waves. Honeyed…
Captian's Log Prelude 12 Jun 202211 Jun 2022 The old stones of the city stood silently, as they had throughout long ages past, while the rain fell. An old church, empty—its vomiting gargoyles and sneering grotesques giving faces…
Captian's Log The Beast 5 Jun 20224 Jun 2022 The sweet aroma of the flowering field—I watch the stalks bending in the wind and feel the passing breeze—rolls over me in the summer morn. I'm washed by these wild…
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