29
May
2017
Seven days had passed since the Bazaar. Tensions were still high; understanding was still low. Aeg still slept, still murmured. The Mutant Witch, hunted and…
21
May
2017
((Gently edited for grammar and punctuation and the like, these are the logs from the Barrelhead Bazaar of 5/6/2017. In-character or out, I feel there’s…
14
May
2017
We crested a dune and found ourselves near the skeleton of some enormous ancient beast. Some distance from the skull, part of a weathered ribcage…
07
May
2017
It was nearly a moon ago now when it happened. The High Mesa is so far south of most squats, his cave so far up its…