Liam MacDonald
The city of Chur is a twisted mirror of Victorian Era London. It feeds on ambition and sends the husks to The Farms where workers toil day in and out to support a company which cares only for their hands. It is quite plain to see for all that this city is poised for a […]
You’ve heard of the Field of Indigo. We all have. The legends, the curses. Some foolishness about a doomed expedition with only three recovered, sprouting a whole garden of flowers. Its discovery was supposed to herald the coming of a new age, a chance to begin again. Its treasure is still out there, atop that […]
You’ve heard of the Field of Indigo. We all have. The legends, the curses. Some foolishness about a doomed expedition with only three recovered, sprouting a whole garden of flowers. Its discovery was supposed to herald the coming of a new age, a chance to begin again. Its treasure is still out there, atop that […]
This village has been blessed, where the earth and sky converge. God speaks a name on the wind; the flow stagnates, and the mountain recedes into the sky. In truth, the wheel will never spin faster, but it can’t know to conserve, so has a false wax encroached on the fading moon? Now the scent […]
This village has been blessed, where the earth and sky converge. God speaks a name on the wind; the flow stagnates, and the mountain recedes into the sky. In truth, the wheel will never spin faster, but it can’t know to conserve, so has a false wax encroached on the fading moon? Now the scent […]