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
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
Breathing again, centering again. You feel the depths of your bowels sinking in. You pull up and shut your cavities down there, closing yourself, making the energy pathway clear and concise. On the other end the crown of your head pulls gently up, separating these two extremities of your being. The mental self, that is… Continue reading The Dreamer
The procedure comes to you quickly. You can almost hear your mother as she talked to you so long ago. ― Focus on here and now. Empty your thoughts. If you feel yourself attached to a thought just acknowledge it and let it go. It was incredibly hard to do as a girl, you remember… Continue reading The Unsurpassable Chamber
Parenthetically: A “mien” is what the Paisviennese nobility calls the bearing of an individual, with its assorted style and expression. A mien does not need to be perfect, and it does not need to be untruthful; it usually is neither when courtly behavior is affected. However, the “earnest ladies” of the uterine nobility are considered… Continue reading The Art of Intrigue
The morning arrives with a promises of rain. Clouds hang ominously low as your travel companions start to break camp at a brisk pace. Bungisgan seems to be at stupor at first, but catches himself quickly, even as you sneakily observe him. Could it be an act, or is his consciousness so varied, between utter… Continue reading Towards the Hidden Sanctum
― I am Abanir, I was Abanir. Dreamer seems to feel the old words like a winetaster, testing whether the product has gone sour or not. ― That name no longer means anything to me. His stature changes quickly, his gray eyes now piercing your skull. His presence wraps around you like an embrace of… Continue reading The Dark Past
The following choices are made: I shall discover the secrets of presence and becoming – achieved by winning the Match. I shall kill, imprison or transform Bungisgan. – costs a pick. The Dreamer shall be destroyed. One pick is left, with three choices: Avoid being injured or deprived by Bungisgan | Otherwise Bungisgan hurts you severely.… Continue reading The Man from the Sand
Derak in the Scarlet City 