Please whisper in the Library.

This collection tells the stories of the hero-god Korvak Ice-Hand, as they were told to me by a clan mother during my stay in Reinheim. Many of these tales were shared while sharing a delightfully warm mug of mead. They are arranged in rough chronological order, as best could be determined. ~Al...

“Attention customers! The Yeat City Aquarium will be closing in thirty minutes! Please begin to make your way to the exit! Thank you for visiting!” The cheery announcement echoed down the empty halls of the aquarium. The last patron had left nearly an hour ago. The only sound was the rolling of ...

A puff of dust shot up from the ground as the adolescent orc landed. His father stood over him holding a pair of training swords, one which had recently been in the hand of Matuk. The pair were sparring in a mountainous clearing above the coven’s compound, removed enough that the clanging of stee...

A bitter wind howled through the treetops, shaking loose the recent snowfall. The snow fell to the forest floor with soft thuds. Nestled in a clearing in the woods was a collection of crude buildings. They were built from raw logs, caulked with moss, thatched with branches. Smoke rose from most o...

The thirty-two year old sighed as he removed the cover plate on the minigun. Each day he spent at least two hours working on his gear. That was to be expected, given the composition of his arsenal. Besides the half disassembled minigun he owned a refurbished .50 cal, and had a collection of other...

The shadows had grown long in the Tower. A human worker sliding from one pool of darkness to another, makes his way across an empty landing pad. Cargo is stacked near the walls of the pad. The day was over and the crates will be moved in the morning. A heavy satchel hangs across his thin chest. A...

The Alley Clouds moved over the moon, changing the light in the alley from dark to pitch black. A dimly lit doorway stood at the back of the alley. Wind swept the empty streets, rusting a worn cowboy hat; not that it mattered to the tall man in leather wearing the hat. The hunter grinned to hims...

1978 Somewhere above the Alaskan wilderness A small single engine plane staggered across the sky. The wind tossed the craft around as the sudden blizzard worsened. “Mayday, mayday. This is November-Seven-Two-Four-Golf-Alpha. I am experiencing engine failure, my current coordinates are-shit.” I...

November 3rd, 1918 5:56 PM Meusse-Argonne Offensive, Western Front “Get down! Get down!” The steady thud of german artillery began to sound as high pitched whistles shrieked down from the sky. Explosions rocked the earth as Marston Westfield threw himself flat into the trench. He slapped his ...

December 30th, 1916 5:56 PM Somewhere on the Western front He was a monster. Marston sat in his part of the lair, staring at a dirt wall. His mind was trying to grapple itself around the Embrace, and what had happened to him. Mr. Earp had told him it would be different, that he would never...

An Ambush at Dawn The wind howled down the pass as the sun’s first rays began to touch the earth. Across the sands of the Alik’r desert a hunched figure rode a horse, wrapped in his cloak to protect against the cold. Sura examined his surroundings as Duptra walked on, the mare long adjusted to ...

Rain drizzeled down from the night sky, the pitter pattering drowning out all other sound. A lone horseman, wrapped in foreign furs, rode along the forest path. Thin trunks reached up into the sky, their leaves providing some meager shelter from the rain. The road was nearly unusable, the muddy ...

4th day of the Boar I have recently visited a village. While traveling to Tsuma for the Topaz Championship, I stopped in a small village near the border of the Lion and Crane lands. Much to my surprise, the villagers were being plagued by a group of angry spirits. It seems the villages were force...

Haru stood at the edge of a small cliff. Tall trees stretched out in front of him, blocking out the dim moonlight. To his left was his sensai, a tall and lean man of middle age. Haru wore only his underclothes. A waterproof bag was slung over one shoulder. In front of them was a river that casca...

A small group of trainees knelt on cushions in their dojo. In front of the class was the dojo’s master, Moto Sanaa. The walls were lined with a number of other shugenja, each masters in their own right. The ceiling was low, and the walls were made of wood paneling instead of the traditional Roku...

Day five(?), my banishment I write this from the small room where I rest. Much has happened since I last wrote an entry, nearly a full week ago. I don't even know how to begin. My entire world has shifted. To start, Lord Kitsu Hirosaki was arrested on vague charges of illegal commerce. I was th...