(Witness’d by one Malfalmaeon. Outside yet of true blood he claims for sooth -) The Abyss sings its’ sad song. Do my comrades hear it? Would they think to listen? Rufus might, he has the blood. If he is listening I do not see it in him. I glance at him as we hurtle down. [...]
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Fragments from the Astral Plane: Into the Abyss
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Fragments from the Astral Plane: The Row Houses
Posted in Fragments from the Astral Plane on March 14, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Perched at the undefinable edge of The Abyss hang several fanciful wooden homes. Rusted pipes and long wires trail out from beneath their sodden clapboard siding. Great square sockets punctuate the finely articulated wood walls, but the windows are all dark and empty – save one at the end of the row. As you close [...]
Fragments from the Astral Plane: The Fortress
Posted in Fragments from the Astral Plane on March 14, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
As you swing low through sulphurous clouds an immense tableau opens before you. Littered with endless ruins the plains spreads out in all directions. Twisted spires of alien towers hang wrecked over dusty promenades of poured granite. Bulbous domiciles perch broken over yawning chasms. Within you espy a jumbled mess, the workings of an ancient [...]
Fragments from the Astral Plane: Travel
Posted in Fragments from the Astral Plane on March 14, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Travelling through space that is not space; vast distances pass you standing still. Composed neither of distance, or time but memory and impression you hurtle with space, non-space into reaches of self and spirit.. Yet detached. This isn’t travel, but a view, a vision of travel? These words don’t work. Visions don’t explode you, a [...]
