Liminal. Liminal. To be apart, yet never be a part. Cold, stone hallways — grand, sublime, cosmic, yet… personal. When did you nestle one of your doors in my valley? Are you sneaky because you’re never really there, or have you always been here? Are you the outsider, or am
Read MoreMagic is intrinsically tied to consciousness. Not our consciousness, per se, but consciousness in a capital “C” sense. It’s difficult to explain, but that very trait is what makes it magic. In Science there are observable rules, truths about our universe that can be gleaned through testing, cross-referencing, and
Read MoreOld Scratch — supposedly a pseudonym for The Devil himself. First, let’s get one thing straight: there are numerous devils and demons roaming the Worlds, which should nix any notion that there be a singular, capital-“D” Devil. As for Old Scratch he seems to enjoy the finer things in
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It’s been a long drive. A drink sounds pretty good. You eye the eclectic assortment of tap handles. You imagine yourself a connoisseur, so you always look to try something local wherever you go.
Read MoreCevin leans out over roughly-hewn guardrails. The pine needles above and around him rustle as wind passes out of the Golden Fields into his tree line. Yes, it was his. It had been weeks since anyone he knew had left to investigate the pillars of smoke. The smoke had since
Read MoreThe Grave-Keeper weaves in and out of a dense crowd. They like it here, in what the locals call an “Expo Hall” — they don’t have to obscure their face here, as the locals seem to encourage a fashion that doesn’t make them appear out of place. “Hi there!
Read MoreRob steps across the threshold into the black box studio. He’s crossed over hundreds of times yet each time feels fresh, like stepping into a brave new world. As he arranges his acrylics and preps his palette, the make-up artist comes forward to fiddle with his permed hair. There’
Read MoreA mangy, black dog rummages through the dumpsters behind Oz’s Diner. The moon’s light is obscured by dark clouds. The dog knows he doesn’t belong here, but he can’t help falling into mischief with ample mischief to be found. He doesn’t like hurting people, but
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After a week of silence stiller than the depths of The Mausoleum, we've got some exciting updates to share with you as The Haunting of Joni Evers continues development... From Across the Pond Last week, we welcomed one of our team members all the way from Denmark! We had a
Read MoreMagic is magic. Regardless of what people say, magic is not some science we don’t understand (that, of course, is still science). It does not have rules or laws in the traditional sense. What makes magic Magic is its inherent mutability. Think of it like this: Magic is a
Read MoreThe Gardener and the Grave-Keeper met on the mountain top overlooking the wisest city. “Good day to you, cousin,” the Gardener said. The Grave-Keeper did not answer, instead staring out over the valley. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.” “Yeah, I am.” The Grave-Keeper continued to look out, their
Read MoreI look south, past Pike Mountain, past the Goat’s Teeth to the cozy hamlet of Grebewater. What a quaint and tranquil place. That anyone could survive, let alone thrive, among the wilderness is impressive. For those who call these hinterlands home, it is even stranger. There is an inn,
Read MoreJeb browses the aisles of Harvest’s Blockbuster. Section: Historical. “Bridge on the River Kwai?” he mumbles to himself. “No,” he paces back down the aisle, “something more modern… Gladiator?” Russell Crowe’s shouting face beckons on the DVD box. “Yeah.” Lost in his own thoughts, Jeb snaps to at
Read MoreNot to be confused with the malicious Skull Man, the Skeleton King is a benevolent being that primary exists within the astral realms of The Dreamscape. Often projecting himself as large and imposing, the Skeleton King has been known to shepherd wayward minds that find themselves adrift in the dream
Read MoreResting within an inlet, surrounded by water, is a Keep. Seen from miles around, the moss-covered edifice towers over the landscape. A dirt path, drawn like chalk, cuts through a meadow that stretches up to the sea and the inlet in which the Keep stands vigil. One day, a day
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