How is Vallon even standing with that wound? Amazing vitality in that man. I sway uncertainly myself, still gripping my shirt. Truth is, I feel entirely naked already, in a way: I feel the Speculum within me, but it — she — is moving and out of apposition, leaving me bare to the world. Anybody… Continue reading Parliament of Fools
An overwhelming feeling of helplessness washes over you, and you double your efforts to end your dualistic state. You pull on the silver cord with all of your might, so that it sinks burninginly in your imaginary flesh. You ignore the searing pain and pull savagely. No matter if you occlude completely, this state of… Continue reading Changes
I stumble to my feet. Where’s the sword? Bungisgan is clearly judging the merits of finishing off the helpless bravo with his dagger. I better interfere with a ploy, worst case he’ll just see through it like always. Yes, I make bold assumptions in the detailing of my play-acting; that comes as second nature to… Continue reading My Little Wizarding War
Things progress now with an unstoppable force. Your eyes search frantically the battlefield-turned campsite and soon find what they are looking for: A Kryfis man, downed by one of the bolts of the hidden Bravos’ bows. You advance rapidly and notice that he is down, mut not dead, his gut viciously penetrated by the bolt.… Continue reading The Heat of the Battle
So, it is to be Castelmore then. This is a development I have been expecting and planning for ever since Bungisgan recaptured me, leaving the four bravos to twist freely in the wind. It is unfortunate how late they are in reaching us, and it is not a given that I can do this, but… Continue reading Unus Pro Omnibus
The chamber of the dead Dreamer grows silent in the dual light of the globe that is still hanging in midair. Gently you lower the head of Abanir back onto the stone dais. He seems calm under the eyes of your double vision, an empty shell now so you’ll leave him be where he is.… Continue reading Awake and Asleep
― Oh Dreamer, Abanir, I say warmly. ― Do not worry for on my behalf, please. It is true that I got something from the Unsurpassable Chamber lodged within my mind, but I can handle it. Besides, it is not really Bungisngis, but rather some phantasm of yours, is it not? I will dissolve it… Continue reading The Death of a Discipline
