PREVIEW: For My Sins: The Trials and Temptations of Mr. Pembroke E. Silverwood

 What follows here is just a preview of a full story to come in the future. Enjoy!

As he opened his eyes, Pembroke knew it was going to be a bad day from the look on the Jaguar's face. "It's strange, the thoughts that run through one's head when inches from the gaping maw of a Jaguar," he thought much later. Surprisingly, one of them was breakfast. Specifically, was there any, and could he get some before being torn to shreds by this unwelcome beast.



Joseph hung
The endless suspension
He had no weight
The arc of the world
His ship
Fast as light and faster
He called her Alice
"Down the Rabbit's hole"
Off to Wonderland they went
Alice and Joseph


Addressing the Misuse of Containment Wards During the Elder Shintok Ascension Incantation


Misuse of primary, secondary, and tertiary wards during the more complex incantations found within the Grande Magistratum, the four great books of magic bound to this world by Magus Yevgeny Solovyov, account for more than half of the dimension rupturing disasters from the last four-thousand years. In recent years, sophistication in astral reverberation mage tracking systems has allowed us to discover an alarming trend in these accidents. Fully two-thirds of these sanity shattering twists in the very fabric of reality are caused by mages less than five years out of apprenticeship. Whether the blame lies with master mages who rely too heavily on crystalline recorded projections of their netherselves to do much of the hands-on teaching to their apprentices or simply youthful exuberance in casting spells such as the Vyrstuuk Astral Folding Ceremony is beyond the scope of this paper. The focus of this paper is to merely comment to the greater arcane community about the misuse of containment wards during the Elder Shintok Ascension Incantation or other Shintok-style dimensional breaches.


Why Did the Man Cross the Road?

Time slows.

My right foot falls hard on the pavement as I begin to gather speed. I can feel the thick, hot sensation of seldom used muscles being thrown into action as pain from that first jolt slowly crashes up my calf and thigh. The placement of every toe, the distribution of weight, the force put upon the joints; all this information is processed and disseminated as subsystems of my brain take over, quickly relaying data and instructions while attempting to keep them from being burned out by my singular imperative.