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The Heresy of Scyrr

By Andy Robertson

An armored man with a diskos, outside a tall pyramid in a dark land.

I expected horrors, and horrors they were: but as we came closer to them it was we who seemed estranged. They were not hostile. They did not move to attack, nor did they show fear...

By Andy Robertson

An armored man with a diskos, outside a tall pyramid in a dark land.

"Do you want to go Out? If you were free, not bound by your guild, would you still go?"

By Andy Robertson

A portrait of a rugged, fair-haired bearded man with a strangely marked face.

To the strange lights and the dark gaps in the air; to the black gardens of the Eaters; to the icy wastes; to the troll-kin and the beasts; to the unknown and ever-changing Night Land, two Hundreds went Out. Seventeen returned...

By Andy Robertson

A portrait of a rugged, fair-haired bearded man with a strangely marked face.

He has broken no law. He has in fact harmed no man or woman yet...

By Andy Robertson

A steep pyramid in darkness and mist, scene from below.

She no longer swam in pain like water and breathed pain like air. Pain was now something to flee...

By Andy Robertson

A steep pyramid in darkness and mist, scene from below.

Cahaire was one of a handful of women in this City, of a few thousand throughout the whole Redoubt, who had been deeply changed...