March 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
Tapping tapping quick close in my ear and my eyes open with the room washed blue dark blue in the moonlight shine through the shutter through the window and I’m lying in a bed looking out at the room and I see a shadow figure washed blue dark blue standing in the room again like the last time but she’s closer slightly closer still not quite there under water and I see the panelled walls hanging paintings dimly shimmer through her as she’s talking and I can’t hear her can’t quite hear her just a whisper but I know she is angry is worried is scared and when she stops she’s waiting for me glances away shakes her head glances back with her mouth just slightly open eyes wet but I say nothing and she’s gone perhaps never there and my eyes open once more.
March 5, 2013 § Leave a comment
The city broods under darkening storm clouds as oily rain cascades down from the heavens, running like ichor along the streets’ arterial gutters. Shadows stalk the alleyways, only briefly banished by the hanging elektryck globes which flicker and spit like vipers. Steam rises from gratings and coalesces into vaguely human forms, dancing and whirling, before collapsing into wisps of near-nothingness. Water leaks and drips through ancient wood, swelling and distending the beams of houses that shudder and moan like dying grandfathers.
A haze of colour, just a shade short of black, hangs over the Limbic Quarter. Looking at it hurts the eyes, burning writhing images on the retina. Spires and chimneys below the cloud glow violet as invisible and nameless energies smear through the sky to ground themselves in the cold, rain-slicked buildings.
A thaumarc, a mage mist. Emanations of spent power flaying the skin off reality.