There is only The All #poem We are one One who has fallen apart To learn how to come together And fall apart again… Only to come together… Until we rediscover Who we really are.
On his relentless hunt for the demon that possessed his mentor Sheriff Parnor, Deputy Grovis Goldwheat encounters wild new peoples and ways of seeing the world. He will do anything to slay the fiend, Zandaroth Peat. But is this cold drive for revenge really what he wants? Or is it the ravenous hunger of the mysterious hand-cannon the dwarves call Demonsling.
Sorcerous 70s science fantasy space opera in the spirit of the first RPGs Few knew it, but these dice were the Platonic solids, the fundamental forms of reality. Andy wondered if, when used in the […]
In social affairs, be kind to others. In artistic affairs, be kind to yourself. In economic affairs, be kind to the Earth. As kindness becomes a habit, And love replaces the chattering social construct of […]
It’s time for yet another Booktalk. Since we already covered the Illiad, it is only just we cover the Odyssey as well. If the Illiad served to … A literary Appendix N; The Odyssey
On Souls & Sorcery “The Multiverse is a Mental construct: It is thought. More precisely, it is the thoughts held in the Mind of the All.” ~The Kybalion The Earthers of Sanctuary, like many […]
It is just dark enough to see a wild firefly! No wait! It is on a thread in a spider’s embrace! I have seen the wild one’s last light.
Souls fuel sorcery, and so the soul trade is the basis of the multiverse’s economy. Ever the reapers gather souls. Ever the soul-trading houses – Heaven, Hell, Heliopolis, Hades, Helheim and Fey – vie for power.
Unbeknownst to its native population, Earth is the diplomatic heart of all reality. The little blue-green jewel is esteemed and held sacred throughout existence. It is known by most by the name Sanctuary, for it is the one place in all the multiverse where sorcery does not work.
With Mars protecting her from beyond, and Atlantis keeping watch from within, Sanctuary (Earth if you prefer) – is about to become the centre of the multiverse for another reason. Well, five reasons actually…
Zandranthoth has razed Heathmoor Shire, And stolen away with its sheriff. Deputy Grovis Goldwheat trails the fiend. He is noble, But he is young. Three days east toward Naugdrell, He stirs in an uneasy sleep. […]
Over the rolling emerald blaze of the halfling warren — dotted here and there with round wooden doors of orange and white — a sickly green gloom had come. The white of Sheriff Parnor’s pony […]