Category Archives: Kussa mun hopoti?

The group of channelers seemed to be mostly trainees, recognisable by their fresh-faced near-sanity and the sort of mindless violence with saidin that was more accidental clumsiness than premeditated butchery. After hanging around with Forsaken long enough, Chucky and Dr. … Continue reading →

The group made its way with casual aimlessness in a meandering sort of northerly direction, any illusion of progress shattered by the occasional glitch in the universe that turned them around or changed their intended destination. Still, the pointless and … Continue reading →

The arrival of Moghedien in Graendal’s palace was unexpected but not entirely unprecedented. After a polite chime the gateway rolled open in its normal place, and the Spider stepped through into the room. “Moghedien,” Graendal said as pleasantly as she … Continue reading →

In the field of self-destructive lunacy, Galina had to say that Padan Fain took the cake in almost every contest against some pretty impressive opposition. He couldn’t even remain the same person for more than about five minutes at a … Continue reading →

The farm was a smouldering ruin, bodies and their possessions scattered around with various pieces missing, and the whole lot was nicely char-grilled. There didn’t seem to be any survivors. All in all, it made Perrin feel a bit … … Continue reading →

Lanfear rolled through the gateway and let it close behind her, grunting under her breath as she landed across the Bowl of the Winds and had the wind momentarily knocked out of her. “Bajad drovja,” she muttered. “Language,” Moridin climbed … Continue reading →