The warping winds of the Abscess threatened to pull Lucrien's spell apart. Time travel, or rather, traveling through the absence of time, taxed the prolonging effects of his spell. His bones ached from the bi-polar pull of the place, his organs screamed under the pressure of the void, a formless weight which threatened to crush him beneath eons of ( Read more... )

The ancient warrior sighed and a crisp blue light came from the runes carved deep into his stone skin, glowing faintly in kind with his exhale, shining through his armor of ice like some long-frozen anomaly ( Read more... )

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Albino ducked under the cave entrance - it was a low hanging natural entry into the face of the rocky cliff. Outside it was raining in heavy sheets. The Mezanine was no stranger to horrible weather. The Gap was a jagged gouge in the bed of the countryside - a stretching expanse that split the coast and opened into the sea ( Read more... )