The gentle ring of a bell heralded the announcement of yet another customer. Alizarin smiled, enjoying that soft sound as she had hundreds- no, thousands- of times since the grand opening of Smokepowder Fine Arts five years ago. The gallery had been more of a success than she could have…

Ellandra stepped out onto the streets of Highside Stacks, the night mist swirling around her well-shined shoes. She drew her heavy cloak tight around her shoulders in an attempt to ward off the chill. She walked with purpose, each step making a satisfying click as her heel met the stones…

[Some pages have been folded up and stuffed in the back of the cabinet, as if Dr. Thatch didn’t want them to be seen. The pages slide neatly into a gap between the side of the cabinet and a poorly painted mug and strainer set bearing a failed attempt at…

(A loaded ink pen sits on top of a pile of papers. Some of them are doodled on, others have pieces of new theses, but one is covered in unsteady writing uncharacteristic of Dr. Thatch. …

[There are a lot of hastily written notes in handwriting so messy it’s nearly unreadable. Below it, it seems to have been transcribed into something much more legible.] I’ll start at the beginning, none of this should be left out. …

I want to take a moment to talk about how I came to be in possession of the journal to begin with. I can scarcely believe my good fortune. I had been browsing the dusty shelves of one of Refuge’s many shops that sell baubles and “antiques” to see if…

I have been perusing the journal that came with the copy of The Sacred Keystones that I found a few weeks ago, but even I must question its validity. The author claims to be Theathana Sirarin, the last known chosen of the goddess Alseta and possible associate of the Chosen…

She had had many students over the years. There had been the overeager one, determined to become the best paladin anyone had ever seen. He was a quick study with a blade, but missed the mark when it came to honoring Avandra. There had been the shy one, devout to…

The sins of man are many. This she knew well. She only had to look at the battlefield before her to be reminded of this fact. She, Master Edakumi, and the few students that resided at the school had readily agreed to fight when the time came. How foolish we…