Trial of the Decaylings

“Little ones, we need to talk.” Matter folded and unfolded upon itself. The small, plastic cell melted into the world around it, before reforming into a vast, magnificent hall, decorated with floating, flickering candles and a single large table, surrounded by three chairs and an ornate throne. “That was…” Retvik trailed off, not really sure … Read more

“I am getting very tired of this…” Litvir grunted as he rolled on his back to get a better look at Retvik. Rather than resting, Retvik had been pacing up and down their little plastic cell for a while. The two Decaylings couldn’t see out of the cell’s white walls, but they were certain that … Read more

Strange, twisted symbols decorated the ground, drawn in a mixture of saliva, blood and the last few drops of ink in a small pen. The demonic script circled around a small, eerie fire lit in the centre of the area, barely illuminating the tiny space in the infinite darkness. Stepping around this ritual’s edge, muttering … Read more

“HOW YOU DOING DOWN THERE?” Arkay’s shouts were barely audible over the sound of melting metal and animalistic screams. Even telepathic communications were a struggle, barely making their way through the extreme heat of molten steel below and constant slaughter above. Retvik was extruding white hot flames as he pushed his way through the metal, … Read more

In the dark, murky forest stood a small, hastily build wooden shack. Not really a shack, more of an elevated platform with a roof. In its centre was a small fire and a trench surrounded it, catching drips of water. Really, if the shack hadn’t been in the middle of a bloody battlefield, it would … Read more

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD ARE YOU DOING?” Normally, one had to ask permission to step foot inside the Grand Hall of Deathven. That permission would have to be written out on paper, scanned, emailed and stamped by the right beings and then triple-confirmed by higher ranked Decay Lords before being … Read more

Thick, fresh blood ran rivers, carving trenches in the loose soil. Constant stampeding mushed the blood and dirt together, creating a horrific mulch that squished and lurched underfoot. What had been a simple attempt to find somewhere to shelter had turned into an ominous bloodbath that was only just coming to an end, if only … Read more

The Inverted Forest as just that, a forest that had been inverted. A thick metal shell, about 10km in diameter, with a hollow interior, its insides lined with thorny trees and murky undergrowths, lit by a dull, miniaturized sun that barely pumped put enough light or heat to even be considered real. This curious domain … Read more