Captian's Log Inspector Doom | The Thing Which Had Been Called Inspector Donavan 21 Feb 202513 Feb 2025 The thing that had been called Inspector Donavan smiled. One could just barely hear the servos moving under the synth-skin. They had tried to match his color, but being of…
Captian's Log Classifying Inspector Doom 20 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 There are three types of undeath. The vampire is a great example of the first sort. Pure magic, though some pedantic people make some distinction between different magics and want…
Captian's Log Sleeping Memories 3 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 "The nameless one," I said, "Does not remember his dreams. He thinks, though, that they are memories, or may be memories, of what he lost. That's why he likes to…
Captian's Log The Graverobber 29 Dec 202428 Dec 2024 The graverobber leaned on his shovel and sighed. His breath went forth as a white cloud that December morning, and it seemed all the weariness of his scoured soul was…
Captian's Log The Broken Things 6 Dec 2024 The broken things wandered about the swaying deck with a sort of haggard carelessness, and if they felt the downpour, they seemed to pay it no mind; they did not…
Captian's Log The Dead are Here 27 Nov 202425 Nov 2024 "The dead are here, in the shadows and hidden corners just out of sight, in the periphery, whispers only just heard. The departed, with their still echoing influence, walk with…
Captian's Log The Rising Storm 2 Nov 2024 Through the grasping, clawing dead, he hewed a path, and like a swirling storm his blade spun, turning and returning with tireless ferocity upon the rotting flesh. Down they fell…
Captian's Log When Time Is Up 29 Oct 202426 Oct 2024 How I hated the gong. The clocktower's reverberations sounded throughout the town as evening settled into night. The dim and fading twilight, the last, fading vespers of the setting sun's…
Captian's Log Concourse 25 Oct 202424 Oct 2024 There is, I do not know, but I must, somehow. If I could express to you that horrible dread I felt at the concourse of those ancient sorcerers. I was…
Captian's Log Dust in the End 20 Oct 202419 Oct 2024 I stared at the thing that could not die, the immortal cancer. Misshapen, necrotic, still, it bled and writhed. The psychics could not stand its screams, and even those of…
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