By EM Malachi A page from the journal of Queen Helena of Rhiannon Something is very wrong. My husband, the great and mighty Praecor Loth, rides into battle with the three I trust least in the world. When the Magician Umbria came to court, I feared that he was a charlatan. Oh, if only that were so! In truth, he is a terrifyingly powerful necromancer. I have witnessed the dark arts he wields in his tower. One of his failures still skitters in the dungeon, begging for a death that can never come. When Umbria looks at me with those […]

By EM Malachi 10/19/20 The Black Gate The sky was a swirl of colors, as raw mana poured in from the other worlds in orbit around Sosaria’s sun. Eight columns focused the magic toward a massive slab of blackrock etched on the border with runes: the Black Gate. The Fellowship forces fought with zeal and desperation. The Black Gate was everything Brother Batlin had promised, and failure meant death or imprisonment. The cult was not alone. Humanity had other enemies, brought here by the Fellowship’s influence. Britannia’s forces were much smaller. The location was discovered at the last minute, and […]

By EM Malachi Daughter of the Eclipse The trail through the woods was blocked by decades of overgrowth, but the house and its gardens were untouched by the years. Sparkling fae flitted about, tidying and repairing the home of the woman who slumbered inside. The Seeress Penumbra had withdrawn to this sanctum forty years before. Several pixies fluttered close and watched the approaching paladin. Dupre removed his iron blade from the scabbard and gently placed it on the ground. This seemed to convince the sprites of his good intentions. They returned to watering the flowers with tiny crystal pitchers. At […]

by EM Malachi, August 26th 2020 Candlelight flickered across dozens of polished silver triangles. The crowd was mostly Fellowship, with a few outsiders clustered along the edge. The sun had already set over the Serpent’s Spine, and the moon was obscured behind a cloud. It was going to be a dark night, one year after Feridwyn’s death. As Iolo made his way through the crowd to the people in his care, he bumped into a man in a Fellowship robe. There was an unexpected clink of chain mail. When Iolo gave a greeting, the man scowled and pushed deeper into […]

By EM Malachi August 4th 2020 Many years ago…Halston Montil looked down the edge of his blade at the large troll in front of him. The Royal Guard investigator had chased the leader of the Followers of Armageddon across half the continent, only to arrive later than the angry troll who had been tricked into attacking Britannia. Montil knew that his warriors could deal with the creature, but not without risking the two innocents whom the cultist was hiding behind.  “Troll, if you threaten us no more, you are free to go.”“No! Brother Killer must die!” One of the hostages, […]

by EM Malachi May 29th 2020 “My meditations are not to be disturbed,” Batlin said to the sentry. Instead of the lordly garb and golden pendant Batlin usually wore, he was clothed only in a simple woolen robe.  The trapdoor creaked as the cult leader pulled it up by its iron latch. As he started down the stairs, Batlin responded to his follower’s confusion, “One must descend into darkness to rise up stronger.” The sentry pretended to understand. “Yes, Brother Batlin. Nobody will get past me.” The cellar was empty except for an object wrapped in cloth at the center […]

By EM Malachi April 28th 2020 The air was warm, and Shamino’s beloved beckoned him to step onto the balcony. The ranger king looked around the castle chamber, but could not remember how he had gotten there. Though he felt drawn to the light, Shamino turned back to the papers and responsibilities in front of him. Instead of the castle steward, a man in a robe of stars sat across the table. Even with the sunlight shining upon him, the being cast no shadow. The Time Lord smiled. “Shall we discuss what happens now?” “What is this?” “You have a […]

Posted on May 21, 2015 by Mesanna By: EM Malachi The Stranger aligned the last gem in its place within the ritual circle. Mana began to pool between the four gems, pulled to the tower from each of the four continents. Pausing briefly to focus his mind, the Stranger whispered an ancient incantation, carefully shaping the mana into a delicate silver gate. When the moongate was stable enough for passage, the Stranger picked up his sword and stepped through. Hawkwind, the Time Lord, solemnly watched the Stranger’s actions. When the gate closed, he held his breath for what would come. […]