Diary of an Outworld Artificer | Day 938

Breaking the Silence

I wandered restlessly along the benighted streets of a desolated undercity long ago vanished from memory. All citizens are gone but few outlaws like me. No one remembers when the artificial-sun shone for the last time before it collapsed, without neither more star-energy to reignite it nor any hope to bring back our once wondrous civilization. Into the frozen surface of this dying world all of them went. Where the waning cities still survive to fight endless wars one against the other.

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Diary of an Outworld Artificer | Day 971

The Awoken Maiden

I am sure that you will forgive how scarce are my writings of late, but to rule a ruined city full of menaces, enemies and whimsical overlords is not as easy as it seems. Especially if all you got is a band of drunken murderers, a legion of rebellious inhuman servants, a few deaf mad giants, a bunch of expelled patricians and the most dangerous awoken maiden in the world.

Even if she loves you.       Read more

Diary of an Outworld Artificer | The Last Day

Falling Into Dusk

Our time has come to an end. And no one knows it, yet. Until this damned night when out of mists everlasting things older than time shall awake. Even the Dark Eidolon, an Elder Spirit who sworn save us in each cycle with the purest blood of mankind given as bestow of fealty, has left us in an ancient spaceship steering by an IA.

Ablazing in the sky as the brigthest star. Read more

Diary of an Outworld Artificer | Day 937

When Silence is not Enough | An Untold Draft

I wander restless across the bleak empty streets of a city long ago vanished from men’s memory. It is too sad remember when they could keep it alive. Now they dwell in a smallest city more close to the frozen surface of this dying world.

Few of us do whatever they want for not being hunted or sold again. It is not a good life, but is better than fight every day to live in the surface, and hear that dreadful whispers carried by wind at nights. Read more