IRON SLEET

+ The Oathborn of Hawkshroud +

+ Duke Fabian, Oathborn, Covenant of Krastellan, Av Hawkshroud+ & + Sir Bartholomeus, Oathborn, Penitent of Krastellan, Av Hawkshroud + Oath-indebted to The Specialist

Witchy Woman and Melancholia

Raven hair and ruby lips :: Sparks fly from her finger tips :: Echoed voices in the night :: She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight :: Wooo hooo witchy woman see how :: High she flies :: Woo hooo witchy woman she got :: The moon in her eye :: – ‘Witchy Woman’, Eagles, MII

The Untold

+ Eyes of the Emperor – The Untold heroics of the unnamed wars +

+++ A Mountain sat quietly in the darkness, trails of vapor rose from it’s top, disappearing into the night like puffs of smoke. Dozens of moons shone the faint, grim reflection fof the sun against the hard edges of the mountains silhouette. Thoughts the density of steel were pushed a side. Supernatural senses engineered to […]

Thorn Moons Crusade

The Masque of Red Sorrow

Taking slow deep breaths, Kaewyndir woke from the trance. His mind was calm. The skein had been a turmoil of raging storms, of endless paths. But the course of action was certain. The myriad of futures spinning from the Thorne Moons all spell catastrophy. All but one.

Crataegus Legion, Thorn Moons Crusade

Crataegus and the Flesh-Changed

Yes, the whole world is haunted! Only is haunted? Nay, it itself ‘walks’, it is uncanny through and through, it is the wandering seeming-body of a spirit, it is a spook. – Stirner, Philosopher, M19

Thorn Moons Crusade

The Lay of the Thorn Moons

Something marvelous is happening underground, something we’re just learning to see. Mats of mycorrhizal and xylem cabling link millions of trees into gigantic, sentient communities spread across a hundred moons. The forests of Crataegus mend and shape themselves through subterranean synapses. And in shaping themselves, they shape, too, the tens of thousands of other, linked […]

Crataegus Legion, Thorn Moons Crusade

Behemoth of the Underworld

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unaknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and […]