Hoo-Ha was big. He was getting bigger. It was a dream, he knew that. Orruks were smart enough to know when they were dreaming. And Hoo-ha was a smart orruk. And Blessed. He’d been blessed by Gork. Maybe Mork too. The other boys had been unable to hurt the ghost...
Tapestry Stories
The Latest in the "Tapestry Stories" Weaving
Visions of the Dark
Lucina’s dream stretched out before her. Though Stormcast for centuries now, the Lord-Aquilor hadn’t been Reforged enough times to lose her need to sleep and to dream. While most of her other human needs had left her, the need for rest persisted. Perhaps, that was by...
Untangling the Knot
Beliana Fauncrest sat with her council. The evidence, the images, and the individuals arrayed around them, on display, and under critique. “Are we sure that he will not speak further?” she inquired of the investigator, her hand referencing the Orruk that stood in...
Salazar’s Nightmare
Grand-Inquisitor Salazar had walked away from a section of the Umberspire, barely in control of his faculties. Even before the mage-god Teclis laid Nagash low, the Grand-Inquisitor had been weary of the necromancer god eventually usurping his control over the...
Dark Side of the Realm
Gashnag and Rakkgad were bored. Guarding the realmgate was boring and the view of Ghur rarely changed. Occasionally animals would walk past the gate, but they caught the smell of the Orruk camp and quickly moved away. They were part of an Orruk warband heading into...
The Meeting of Minds
In the centre of the bridge stood a small shrine, clearly neglected for years. No remnant of offerings remained on the rough slab, no bigger than a paving stone, that served as its altar. Only the faintest traces of wax from votive cand long extinguished, marked its...
An Island of Eyes
Lotharad Keelspite looked out across the open waters at the darkness that swallowed his vision. He understood that his home, the great beast Neolotl, loomed behind him, dominating the landscape - was the landscape - but nevertheless... this... this was something...
Can It Be Disarmed?
The multi-coloured liquid bubbled in the pot, the bubbles burst at the surface adding to the general fug in the room. Soul cages hung around the room, some were empty, drained of the captured souls in the early experiments to clone the Secret of Dinorwig. The souls in...
The Blasted Desert
Every night I have the same dream that has dogged me my whole life, a panicked nightmare that dug its talons into my subconscious as a boy and refuses to allow but a moment's peace. I am a boy again, camping on the outskirts of the Heaven gate plateau, the sweet...