Gaius-of-Xor

Lovely day, isn't it? A bit overcast, but not gray, and there's the charm. Some like to see white from horizon to horizon. Good fortune. Why, you ask? It means no shadows about. None to make you see things as other than they are. And other reasons. Might I take a fanciful bent? In every shadow, from that of the puniest pebble to the tallest tower, there is a door. Each is hidden and locked. But some know to spot and open them. The journey through is shorter than one thinks, but longer than one likes. One emerges in the realm of Shadow, pervaded by terror. Older works speak of thirteen towers in a ring, each spiraling up and away from its c

Once upon a midnight dreary, a miser looked with eyesight bleary. This rhyming scheme I shall abandon, because my gears now have sand on. So. The miser watched as something crept through the garden. This miser was displeased, both to have been roused by an intruder and to have been roused at all. The manor's guards were summoned, and sent to give the stranger cause for regret. Within the hour, the manor's guards could not easily be found. And so the elite guards were summoned. They fared little better, though one of them at least managed a scream. "Oh dear," the miser whispered. This was a most worrying state of affairs. Perhaps the mis

In an Age when Creation was yet young, In a blink of the Dragon Beyond the World, In the jaws of a wolf soon itself to be eaten, Mani died. Inasmuch as a Titan's dream can die. The idea of Mani, as with the other Moons, bubbled up from What Was Not to What Might Be. He came from Oramus's Forge as The Dreamer Most Lucid, whose musings blossomed into new realities around him. He and the other Moons assembled. Each understood the contest at hand, and that existence itself was the prize. The nature of the competition was simple: defeat all the rest, consume them and their might entirely. Mani was distraught. He was an artist, worlds themsel

One day, a man walked along a road. He had walked it for a very long time. He could remember neither when he began, nor why. One day, the man came upon a noble, tall and angular. "You will stop your walking, and will come work for me," the noble told him. The man raised an eyebrow at this. "Why would I do such a thing?" he asked. "Because," the noble answered, "I possess purpose and drive, both of which you lack. Service to me is as near as you shall ever come to knowing these things." The man saw that this was true And so the man began work for the noble. One day, the noble's wife came to the man. She told him of the noble's cruelty, a