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Journals of an Academy Mage (Archived 2023)
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Episode 1
Enri Elsevier is a student of magic at a prestigious mage college. He lives the life of a normal student –excelling in classes, enjoying his spare time, courting with other students– but his cosy education is flipped on its head when a mysterious wizard attacks the college town, and Enri himself gets caught in a…
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Episode 2
Entry 2: 10th day of the month of Arborie, Spring of the year 897 Ibx. 10th Era: As I opened my eyes this morning, I was greeted by the unfamiliar sight of a strange chamber. The room was large and bare, with sun-stripped brick walls and iron rafters. The morning sun provided warmth and rejuvenation…
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Episode 3
Entry 3: 11th day of the month of Arborie, Spring of the year 897 Ibx. 10th Era: As is common among mage colleges, Daimon was dedicated to lessons on theory. Unfortunately, this did leave a sorrowful smudge upon my timetable, as my sole lecture this morning – Astralism theory– was at the 11th hour. Naturally,…
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Episode 4
Entry 5: 2nd day of the month of Arborie, Spring of the year 897 Ibx. 10th Era: Estoban was elated to hear the news of my acquisition of a map. So elated in fact that he leapt across the table and kissed my cheeks left and right in a very Pastrieran fashion that nevertheless succeeded…
Pulp Arrealica (completed 2025)
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Issue 1
Musings of an Unseen God Holy is thy nameAnd supreme is thy power.Bless us whose will is weakAnd dispel those who rebuketh thee. Holy is thy nameAnd supreme is thy power.Char what is profaneAnd enshrine what is sacred. Holy is thy nameAnd supreme is thy power.Pray for us in our sin.Resist the temptation of our…
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Issue 2
The Sorcerer of St. Mary’s Abbey “This hearing of the Central Council of Wizards will now begin on this day the thirty-sixth of September in the year one-thousand nine-hundred and twenty-two at eight o’clock. Will the subject please rise to the podium.” He was by far the youngest person in the chamber. Though…
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Issue 3
The Siege of Tsume “Granny, whose katana is that?” Granny Hikomi turned to see her youngest grandchild, Norio, peeking his head over the edge of the little cabinet upon which her old weapon was on display. Its sleek blade was sheathed in a black scabbard, a motif of silver horses racing down its length. The…
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Issue 4
House Avis In the darkness of the Arctic winter, a light shone upon a dilapidated manor for the first time in fifty-two years. “In its prime, House Avis had been mighty and majestic,” explained the bearer of the electrical lamp to her companion. “They were probably one of the richest noble houses in Apsia before…
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Issue 5
Flesh is Red at Vodov CLASSIFIED 36/7/1922: The following transcript is copied from writings on the padded walls of Officer D. Arkady V___ at Kozhy State Mental Asylum in the excellent capital of Gorod. Comrade Arkady had been stationed as an educational officer in a fishing town called Borku-Dorov to the far north when extenuating…
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Issue 6
Pearls at Caerdonel Academy Two weeks ago, classes recommenced at Caerdonel Academy. The final days of spring usually marked the time to make the journey out of the mountains and back to the riverside capitol city of Phan. What a city! No street is empty of people, and the low houses across the landscape resound…
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Issue 7
The Final Report of the AA Sylvania I am making this record of events in the hopes that anyone who might find our crash site will know to leave this place and never return. My name is Pablo Maria Abajar, renowned pilot and first mate of the Arcane Airship Sylvania. I and the remaining members…
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Issue 8
Before the Nightwalker The Nehwotic sun was already low in the summer sky when Br. Gavriil Endeiras left Eserii Monastery for his night-walk. It had been an uncharacteristically cool day, with a light breeze carrying the air from the lazy sea in the bay below so that, even here at the foot of the sacred…
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Issue 9
Mr Love in September Mr Love stood up from his work at last. It was about time for his midday stroll. He shuffled softly across his little office, taking his hat and cane as he went. Doc Aloise had told him last year that she expected him to go walking daily – for his heart,…
