Day 1. Thursday, 12:15pm.
Jack approached the nearest temple, its red-brick facade glowing in the midday sun. Two Anubian guards lounged by the carved wooden doors, one scratching beneath his jackal helm while the other stifled a yawn. Their spears leaned against the doorframe.
The temple was dedicated to Demeter, the Goddess of the harvest, fertility, and the earth...
2025-07-24 08:08:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 11:45am.
The Baron ignored the orc slave’s exhausted condition and addressed the two Anubian guards. “I’m here to see Viscount Tides. He’s expecting me.”
Both guards inclined their heads. The elder man’s voice was deep and resonant. “Yes, my lord. Viscount Tides awaits. Please, proceed.”
The pair heaved open the great iron gate...
2025-07-24 08:07:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 11:00am.
With his hand gripping his new dagger, Jack melted into the crowd, shadowing Baron Greaves and his two beastkin guards. He was no assassin, but years of hard-earned experience guided his steps, allowing him to move unseen through the streets… his quarry unaware they were being stalked.
Despite his earlier failure to strike Greaves down, h...
2025-07-24 08:06:14 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 10:00am.
After leaving the weapons merchant, Jack continued wandering around the city. Chimneys from the upper district’s aether refineries released faint trails of blue-tinted aether-steam into the clear sky. Up above, two military dirigibles, the only ones of their kind, floated between reinforced aerial mooring rings suspended on titanic sky chains. ...
2025-07-24 08:04:51 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 9:00am.
Despite not wanting to leave his family, Jack’s mom insisted he visit one of the local temples to choose his class. He had wanted to spend every moment of the dream, or whatever this was, with his family.
He’d argued there was no rush; he could always visit a temple the following day. However, there was no arguing with his mother when sh...
2025-07-24 08:03:45 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 8:15am.
“Move aside, boy,” the male inquisitor said. He shoved past Jack without ceremony and strode into the house like he owned it.
The female inquisitor gave no greeting. She simply tilted her head and gestured with her dark eyes for Jack to follow her companion. He obeyed without protest as she closed the door behind them.
Everyone kne...
2025-07-24 08:02:44 +0000 UTC View PostFirst Time-Loop. Day 1. Thursday, 6:15am.
Jack stared in disbelief at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Staring back was a teenage boy with wide, cobalt-blue eyes and a full head of dark, curly, dishevelled hair. The realisation struck him like a thunderbolt. “I’m sixteen again.”
His right eye was no longer clouded, no longer dulled by damage. The pale, a...
2025-07-24 08:01:53 +0000 UTC View PostJack was startled awake by a freezing cold sensation rushing over his entire body. Wrapped in a wet and cold… thing. A cold so deep his very soul shivered. He jumped and fell to the floor with a damp thud. He was so afraid he squeezed his eyes shut and panted in panic.
He was breathing hard and his heart pounded so loud that he thought it would burst from his chest… “I… I can feel...
2025-07-24 08:00:58 +0000 UTC View PostJack felt the wounds in his stomach healing. Hallucinations from the poison… He knew healing wasn’t within the Viscount’s talents and the Gods never listen to nobodies like him. Accepting that his torment was almost at an end, Jack forced a weak, bloody smile through clenched teeth.
Just a little longer and my pitiful life will be over. Despite his failure, Jack fe...
2025-07-24 07:58:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe saying ‘The quill is mightier than the sword’ might inspire naive scribes, but a forty-one-year-old Apprentice Scribe with a damaged arm, a ruined eye, and half-scorched lungs should’ve known better.
How pathetic. I’M FUCKING PATHETIC! Jack’s mind screamed.
He gasped as searing pain radiated from his gut. He felt his own poisoned dagger being twisted ...
2025-07-24 07:35:41 +0000 UTC View Post