Day 1. Thursday, 12:15pm.
Jack approached the nearest temple, its red-brick facade glowing in the midday sun. Two Anubian guards lounged by the carved wooden doors, one scrat...
2025-07-24 08:08:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 11:45am.
The Baron ignored the orc slave’s exhausted condition and addressed the two Anubian guards. “I’m here to see Viscount Tides. He’s expecting ...
2025-07-24 08:07:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 11:00am.
With his hand gripping his new dagger, Jack melted into the crowd, shadowing Baron Greaves and his two beastkin guards. He was no assassin, but year...
2025-07-24 08:06:14 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 10:00am.
After leaving the weapons merchant, Jack continued wandering around the city. Chimneys from the upper district’s aether refineries released faint ...
2025-07-24 08:04:51 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 9:00am.
Despite not wanting to leave his family, Jack’s mom insisted he visit one of the local temples to choose his class. He had wanted to spend every mo...
2025-07-24 08:03:45 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 8:15am.
“Move aside, boy,” the male inquisitor said. He shoved past Jack without ceremony and strode into the house like he owned it.
The female in...
2025-07-24 08:02:44 +0000 UTC View PostFirst Time-Loop. Day 1. Thursday, 6:15am.
Jack stared in disbelief at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Staring back was a teenage boy with wide, cobalt-blue eyes and a ...
2025-07-24 08:01:53 +0000 UTC View PostJack was startled awake by a freezing cold sensation rushing over his entire body. Wrapped in a wet and cold… thing. A cold so deep his very soul shivered. He jumped and fell to the floor with a ...
2025-07-24 08:00:58 +0000 UTC View PostJack felt the wounds in his stomach healing. Hallucinations from the poison… He knew healing wasn’t within the Viscount’s talents and the Gods never listen to nobodies like him. Acce...
2025-07-24 07:58:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe saying ‘The quill is mightier than the sword’ might inspire naive scribes, but a forty-one-year-old Apprentice Scribe with a damaged arm, a ruined eye, and half-scorched lungs should’ve k...
2025-07-24 07:35:41 +0000 UTC View Post