Kazumi and Mordekai share a moonlit conversation by the lake—confessions, burdens, and quiet revelations unraveling between a seraph and a devil-marked warlock, where understanding begins to bloom.
Author: Kazumi Suneya II
Cries Beneath a Silent Heaven
Scott Buckley · Intervention (CC-BY) The dreams won’t stop.I can still taste the blood on the air, sharp and metallic. Hear the crackle of radiant magicks burning against my skin. Feel the sudden, violent pull of my soul, bound into that accursed magic circle they forced me into. I remember the moment I tried to…
Heavenly Suspicions
It has been several days now since Cassidion of Ao entered our midst, and unease gnaws at me with each passing moment. What we have seen and heard thus far troubles me, but more than that, I find myself questioning—for the first time—my own Celestial brethren. There is something unsettling in the way Cassidion looks…
Ashes of Eternity – Session 1.51: The Gathering Storm (RP Transcript)
The following is an RP transcript from Discord, capturing a series of dialogues between Cassidion and the rest of the party. The transcript spans several days and remains in its raw, unedited form. As such, you may notice shifts in writing style—this is perfectly normal. Each post has been separated to highlight changes in authorship…
Ashes of Eternity – Session 1: The Gathering Storm
The Guild of Unity is tasked with retrieving the Relics of Dawn, Dusk, and Zenith to prevent a looming catastrophe, but trust is scarce—especially toward their enigmatic patron, Cassidion. As tensions mount, the party encounters refugees who reveal the true scope of the threat before facing an ambush by corrupted wolves. Their journey takes a dire turn when a Nightwalker nearly claims Mordekai’s life, leaving them battered and uncertain. With the Temple of Veiled Light ahead, the path forward is more perilous than ever.
The Fall of my Mother
My mother was a deeply flawed individual, battling demons both within and without. She rarely spoke of her struggles, shrouding her experiences in silence, except when it came to her regrets. Those, she couldn’t hide. She often wished she could have done better, and though her words were few, I could feel the weight of…
Chance Meetings
As I looked around, taking careful steps to ensure that my presence didn’t disturb anything that shouldn’t be around here, the air smelled of ash and decay. I could smell the lingering aroma of burnt incense, and the shattered stained glass littered the ground before me as I stepped towards the entrance to the temple. Whatever it was, the damage surely was greater than I imagined.
Musings of a Sune Cleric
Sune, the goddess of love and beauty, embodies both the radiant allure and the profound complexities that come with such ideals. Many outsiders, observing us Sunites, often label us as vain or consumed by worldly pleasures. Yet, to see only the surface is to miss the deeper truth of our devotion.