Captian's Log Kazadu Kadso Katza 4 Oct 202330 Sep 2023 They dream in Kazadu where the mists roll down from the mountain peaks like a cataract. The ever-falling rain hardly rises above a drizzle, and the calm, dark sea ripples…
Captian's Log Head Heart Bowels 18 Aug 202312 Aug 2023 The jester's trick, the headsman's swing, the prince picks up his sword, The change is quick, the bell will ring, he cuts the silver cord. The prince is dead, the…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 13 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Within the match a hidden ember glowed and flared up again into new life. The titan's ancient gift bit my fingers and woke me from my nightmare. Pain returned me…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 12 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 The kings hold their dreadful vigil over the valley, passing their silent judgment upon the weary mortals whose fading flesh falls to corruption and decay. Effervescent, the living grow and…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 11 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Hidden under canvas, I strike a match. The darkness becomes warm, and the shadows dance as I cup my hands over the little flame. Lowering the burning tapper toward the…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 10 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Then I felt a chill in my bones, and just as soon, it seemed, the echoes of distant rain came to my ear. My head turned toward the north, and…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 9 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 What a deadly, whistling breeze passes through the broken giants. The ancient stones, carved in the likeness of dead kings, stand tall and massive, their unblinking and senseless eyes gazing…
Captian's Log Called From Nothing 21 Mar 2023 The weather had taken a nasty turn, and this suited him well. Above, billowing grey clouds rumbled in despairing groans; here and there, claps of thunder followed the bright flashes,…
Captian's Log The Weeping of the Idol 19 Feb 2023 Please Read: The Weeping of the Idol https://taletold.wordpress.com/short-stories/the-weeping-of-the-idol/
Captian's Log Sepulchre 13 Jan 2023 What a terrible silence lies over this black sepulchre. To some, this was the grave of the devil, to some, of god, but, to Mr. Turndal, it was the grave…
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