Another episode of Man Raised by Spiders, the coming-of-age story of Valentine Shelawn. In his rootless frustration and boredom, Valentine turns back to the archives. Perhaps if he knew more history and read more fluently, he could understand these people better. Except for a very small rare books room, the stacks of the Liamelia archive […]
When Inglorion enters the city, the atmosphere has shifted from the last time he was there. Additional guards are posted at the gates, and though they recognize him, they question him closely about his business and how long he plans to stay. “I’m here to visit family — Marcus Shelawn and Sieia Ceralac,” he says. […]
Another episode of Man Raised by Spiders, the coming-of-age story of Valentine Claudius Shelawn. That afternoon the magistrate confirms that there’s a network of tunnels, some natural, some man-made. They were created during a gray elf civil war, and expanded by the smuggling trade 100 years ago, when tariffs were high. Armory records show that […]
Another episode of Man Raised by Spiders, the coming-of-age story of Valentine Claudius Shelawn. As they approach the farmhouse, Hector, the ranger, takes the lead. He’s pessimistic about finding open tracks. The lane is filthy and churned-up, and has been washed by repeated rains. The last predawn miles are particularly shitty; the group is confined […]
Soundtrack and Video: Marilyn Manson, The Beautiful People Inglorion finds himself in his quarters, with no idea how Alecto and Ajax got him there. He’s still high — unpleasantly so. He’s not hallucinating, but his mind is spinning free. He stares at the ceiling with no idea of moving, and probably no ability to do […]
Soundtrack: L7, Shitlist Inglorion walks into the Gypsy encampment as if he knows where he’s going. He can’t be sure, of course. It’s been 30 years. Human lifespans being what they are, Krysztof may be dead or incapacitated by age. The cobbler’s wagon is where it was before, though. Inglorion shrugs to himself and knocks on […]
Inglorion finds Sieia upstairs, drowsing in front of the fire in the private parlor they share. He lies down next to her on the couch, whispering, “Hey, honey, scoot over.” She makes room, then snuggles up to him sleepily. “Honey, a traveler stopped me in the taproom just now. He had news from Liamelia.” “Yes? […]
