A few weeks ago, my dad and I were discussing some politics over a breakfast at Bob Evans, as you do. I don’t recall the exact topic we were discussing, only that it had to do with women, and that I was trying to express some of the dangers women face when it comes to … More A Conversation About Women, and Violence.
An ancient tale of Mesmua, written by Lesedi Ukaleq. Everyone speaks of their gods as if they are something to fear. Truly, what an unfortunate life to live, always afraid of a divine child who tantrums if she does not get the attention she craves. God is not a woman. It is known. He is … More A God’s First Love
Stadtholme, Nubik. Noya and Simen walked hand-in-hand down the streets of their beloved home as the sun began to set. The market district was especially busy today as the residents gathered for Malthusia. It was a celebration of the harvest, and while it usually began in the morning, the best part of Malthusia was when … More Malthusia
Dynol, Quirst. The coast. The Red Dragon burst into a flurry of action as it caught sight of land. Nevena Proksch, captain of the Dragon, had been sent by the queen of Nubik to land in the small country of Quirst. It was a strange little country, run by men rather than women. Better yet, … More Upon the Coast of Quirst
Nyles, Cova-Wrehn. Within Fort Ardok. It was the eve of Orianne’s fiftieth birthday, and her grandson Cyril wanted to make it something special. It wasn’t every day that people made it to fifty! Grandfather Laurent only made it to forty-seven before he passed, the Lord bless him and protect his spirit. Caught the plague that … More A Special Treat For a Birthday
Moltiarna, Alzair. Ligarkan District Hardik was hard at work in his small apothecary shop just behind his home. The Zheta family, acquaintances through Hardik’s wife, had sent someone with a rather large order. He didn’t really know what the medicines were for, though the Zheta’s servant had been inclined to posit theories. Tilde, his wife, … More Home Front
Location: Taerik, Garizal. Merchant district. Ferizan held his son’s hand tightly as they wove through the crowds of the merchant district. The food vendors were the worst. He knew young Woiren was hungry, eying the breads and stews offered with fervor. Unfortunately, his wife hadn’t given him enough coin to buy anything besides what she’d … More Daughters and Sons