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Sand gritted against my face and for a time, I did not know who I was, nor where I was, nor why I was. Water washed against my feet and I simply lay there in a daze, blinking slowly as light filtered into my vision and I saw the broad expanse of a pale white beach. The waves that lapped at my feet were frothing and white, and the distant horizon curved into oblivion. I closed my eyes and a name came to mind.

Resh. Resh Craig.

In the darkness, I sorted through memories. I could remember the train job I’d pulled with Don last week. And a few scattered flashes of memory interspersed. A monk – or maybe a priestess? There was flames and fire. A derailment? We hadn’t planned on derailing anything. Then there were stranger images I could not place. An eye set within a pentagram. Knives in the dark. Shambling, rotting corpses, looming from the surrounding earth.

My name in print.

But it wasn’t my name.

Lightning cut through the sky in my memory, and sleeting rain. I recalled, clearly, a burly human with an immense beard – the color lost in the haze of my pounding headache. I heard him, bellowing for all hands and idlers to lash too, it was going to be quite a blow. Then the blow. The physical impact of something. Hard enough to pitch me forward. A single voice, screaming my name – but not my name.

I was so lost in these recollections that I was barely aware of two gruff voices.

“Well, well, well,” one said. “Anuver halfie.”

A boot kicked into my shoulder, rolling me onto my back.

“He’s got a blooming monkey suit on, he does,” the other voice said. I opened my eyes and saw two men. One was a human, but the other was a halfling. The halfing leaned forward, eying me.

“Looks soft,” he said. His teeth flashed. “Didn’t Gorrin say he wanted someone soft?”

The man grunted. He was quite a disreputable looking sort – bushy bearded, with an unkempt, yellowing shirt and a pair of pants made from canvas and thick stitching, held in place by a belt of rope. The only thing on his person that looked well tended was the short sword that he drew and angled at me, aiming it down at my chest.

“Can you walk, new fish?” he asked.

I groaned, then rolled onto my hands and knees. My head swam and ached and I gritted my teeth, then pushed myself to my feet.

The human grinned, showing me his yellowing teeth. One was so black that it looked like a gap in his smile, and added a fetid reek to his breath, which blew directly into my face as he leaned in very close.

“Good,” he said, then slapped me in the back with the flat of his blade. “Lets see ya walk.”

The two men walked me off the beach and into the underbrush. As they walked, I marveled at what we were walking through. The island that I had arrived on must have been to the southern reaches of the continent – maybe Thanatos? But no, wait, no one lived on Thanatos. But the tropical jungle that we were marching through seemed to point to few other options. It was definitely not the well tended greenery of Catan. My brow furrowed and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Now how on Arcanum did I know that?

The halfling looked back at me, scowling. He had his hand on the brutal looking cleaver that he used for a weapon. “You a simpleton? We can’t stop here, the fort’s right over there.”

I shook my head. I was beginning to notice very strange changes in my appearance. Not only was I dressed in some kind of fancy, human style suit, but I also had considerably longer hair, which had slipped its ties and was now plastered around my face like a curtain. But what was more, I had a pair of rings on my right hand, which appeared to be technological in nature. Looking at them, I immediately knew that they were using an electrical current to improve reflexes and reaction times. Which led to a worrying question: What was the effect of salt water immersion on the body when one had such a reflexive improvement?

Now that I considered it, the blow had been to my spine, which ached. Not to my head. Had I lost my memory thanks to a dunking into the sea?

But then all such thoughts were scattered by our arrival at the fort that the halfling had mentioned. Made of roughly hewn wood and surrounded by an artificial clearing of pruned back jungle growth, it was the sorriest looking settlement I had ever seen in my life, and I had visited ... where? My brow furrowed as I recalled great hovels, clustering to the banks of a broad river. But then the image faded as the two men approached the front gate, which swung open to reveal that two men were standing guard in the center. One of them had a crude musket in his hands, while the other was cleaning a sword. Both were dressed similarly to the ruffians who had found me.

“Anuther’s been nabbed by the clock beast,” the man with the musket said. “Two Stones has upped the re-ward: Five days n’ nights with the wench.”

“Holy hells,” the human who had escorted me said.

The halfling snorted. “She cries too much. Fiorie’s just as fun, if you get the oils.”

The guard with the musket shrugged – and as their words penetrated my mind, I started to feel a slow lurch. There had been some who had spoken such in my gang. I had shot them dead – we weren’t about rapine or wanton cruelty. Don had backed me up on the motion, even if several of the gang had always grumbled. Never loud enough to get me to shoot them. Still, my hand fell of its own accord to my holster, where I was relieved to find my pistol was securely strapped. But I was taken aback by the fancifulness of the hilt, and the strange bulk of the center. What the hell had happened to my revolver?

“So, he fresh?” one of the guards asked.

“Yeah.” The halfling grinned. Quite suddenly, the men who I had thought would be taking me to safety might have ulterior motives. I kicked myself for only realizing this now, when I was right next to two burly men, who both clapped their hands on me and began to drag me forward, past huts and hovels, where men who looked to be primarily focused on idleness, dice, and drunkenness all looked up at me. I gritted my teeth, but my head simply pounded and ached, rather than allowing me to focus on struggling. I saw that I was being dragged to a large pit that had been dug in the center of the camp. A reek of blood came from the pit.

Men were starting to grin and I saw a wicked gleam in their eyes as they moved from where they lounged about in shade and hovels. The guard to my right – the one who had brought up the clock beast, whatever that was – leaned in and growled in my ear.

“Welcome to the Isle of Despair, new fish. Lets see how you do.”

And he pitched me forward, into the pit.

For some definition of the word fortunate, the pit was mucky like a thick soup. I splatted into it face first and had to struggle for a time to just get my head up. I wiped mud from my eyes, blinking, and saw that men had gathered around the pit. One of them, dressed like the others save for a tall, slightly bent top hat, was holding up his hands. “The new fish here looks like he’s raring to go!” he called out. “Who wants to see him take on the current champion ... BORAG!?”

“Bor-AG! Bor-AG!” The men chanted.

I had gotten my feet beneath me and was wiping more muck off my face. My suit was decidedly ruined. But I was feeling more clear headed by the moment, shaking off the fugue that had clouded my mind from the moment I awoke. I didn’t know who this Borag was, nor how I had gotten to the Isle of Despair. Maybe my gang had finally been caught and the judge had decided to be lenient. Well. I suppose that I had to make the best of it, no?

Borag himself thumped into the pit with a grunt. He was an immense half-ogre, clad in crude scrap iron and a horned helmet that looked like it had been crafted from the skull of some slain predator. The jaw protected his jaw, and the horns added an impressive two feet to his height. He held a massive battle-ax in one hand and spread his arms wide, soaking in the cheers. I watched as he showboated, standing in the muck, trying to work through the last cobwebs in my mind.

Borag swung his ax in a twirling, twisting motion, and then slapped his chest. He pointed his finger at me, sneering. “Me break you,” he said, in the guttural tones of most bruisers of his type.

I reached down, drew my revolver, and shot him in the head.

The report was shockingly loud, and the bullet tore through his skull as if it was tissue paper – and I had been firing a ten pound cannon. Quite simply, Borag’s head vanished in a spray of black blood, turned into such a fine particulate that a haze of it misted along the faces of the people leaning over his half of the pit. I looked at my pistol, my eyes wide – what had been done to it? On closer inspection, I could see wires wrapped about the barrel, and a thick addition widened the center, concealing the revolving chamber.

Borag’s body stepped forward once, then collapsed into the muck. Putting the pistol out of my mind for the moment, I turned and began to scramble up and out, taking advantage of the soft sizes and the slope to emerge. Men stepped hurriedly back as I stood, holstering the pistol that I had kept clutched in my hand while scrambling.

I turned to face the top hatted man, rummaged around in my pockets, and found a single gold coin. I tossed it to him. “For the damages,” I said, nodding to the rather large hole blown in the muddy wall of the pit, a hole that was already starting to cause the edge to erode and tumble into the pit itself.

Most of the men were scrambling backwards. However, the two guards who had dragged me in were made of sterner stuff. They were glaring at me, and behind the two was the human and the halfling. I frowned, my hand going to my pistol. I had no idea what had been done to it to make it so powerful, but I was not about ask questions about it at the moment. The man with the musket stepped forward, hard and fast, and jabbed the but of the musket at me. I drew my pistol and pulled the trigger in the same moment – but a fizzling spark crackled through it.

I had a moment to feel faintly betrayed before the musket slammed into my guts. I folded up and the guard stepped forward. He began to kick me and I curled up, protecting my head as best as I could.

“Cost me everything! Lousy cheating halfie green skin son of a bitch!”

Soon, other feet had joined in.

Soon after, I was no longer able to remain conscious.

I woke to the feeling of a damp cloth wiping at my face and to two deep, brown eyes. For a moment, a deep familiarity surged through me. I reacted without thinking and took hold of the hand holding the cloth, leaning forward to gently kiss her wrist. The movement was unthinking and immediate – and left me feeling queerly dislocated. But then the aches and pains of my beating surged back to life, and the woman I had touched jerked back as if I was red hot. A pan clattered to the ground and her shoulder bumped an oil lamp, sending shadows and light dancing crazily across the room.

When she had grabbed the lamp and settled it, all senses of familiarity vanished and I could see that I had never met this woman before in my life. She was youthful, clearly on the edge between being in her childhood and her adulthood. Her hair was a wild mane of brown, never cut and let to grow wild, though she had clearly done her best to keep it from complete chaos. Her eyebrows were thick and clustered above two eyes that were so brown that they were nearly black, but her face itself was extremely comely. But as the shadows stilled and stopped sliding along her face, I could see something of more pressing concern.

Her left eye was deeply bruised – purpling and swelling up.

I sat up and realized that I had been stripped – my body was naked beneath the rough homespun blanket that was set across my chest. AS it slid down, I saw she had bound my chest and applied more crude bandages to several cuts and bruises along my arms. I was already beginning to heal, thanks to my orcish fortitude, but I still felt my aches and my pains.

Fortunately, anger was quite an anesthetic.

“Who hit you?” I asked.

Her eyes widened and her fingers went, for a moment, to her cheek. She smiled one of those smiles that people used when they felt too great a pain to cry. Her voice was soft. “The daft thing? I cannot even remember,” she said, shaking her head. “The hands don’t change much, between prisoners.”

I shook my head. “I will need to get more ammunition,” I said, grinning at her.

That surprised a laugh from her. I laughed in return, then hissed, feeling something inside of me twinge. This caused the woman to crowd close. Her palm pressed to my chest and she caressed me gently, her finger tracing the lines of my abdominal muscles. I could see in her eyes a shocked light, as if she could not believe that she was touching a man. Which struck me as odd – until it clicked. She was ... shocked to touch a man without revulsion. I remained perfectly still, all too aware that touching her might trigger a flight or fight reaction. In my condition, I was quite positive I would lose a fight to a doddering gnomess, let alone this woman.

“What’s your name?” she asked, quietly. “And how did you kill Borag? Boom, just one shot.” She shook her head. “I’ve seen people shoot him in the head before, and he just walked it off.”

I smiled, slightly. “I’d call it a trade secret, but I’m afraid I don’t know. I ... seem to have misplaced some of my memories.” I cricked my neck. “As for my name, it’s Resh Craig.”

“Resh,” she said, quietly. “I like it.”

I smiled. “And yours?” I asked, my hands still placed firmly on the bed, where they would not alarm her.

The woman seemed to realize her fingers were tracing a slow circle around my belly button – and this realization shattered the illusion that this was merely a medical examination. She stood, her hands vanishing behind her back. She was dressed in something approximating a dress, with bare feet. Her feet were quite toughened looking, and she did not seem to notice or care that they were utterly filthy. Quietly, she curtsied, the motion incongruous against her desperately impoverished dress and the fact this discussion was being held in a shack that appeared to be made entirely out of shipwrecked parts. Even the lantern was missing its glass, making it considerably more dangerous in this entirely wooden structure than, say ... an...

Electric light.

The thought nearly sparked a memory – but it was scattered by the woman introducing herself: “My name is Cynthia Boggs.”

“And what crime saw you exiled here?” I asked.

“Oh, ah...” her face fell. “I was born here, Mr. Craig.”

“Resh,” I said.

Her face flushed. “R-Resh,” she said, then inclined her head. “My mother was sent here for some crime, and she had me. IT wasn’t so bad, but ... she died a few months ago.” She sighed, quietly. “Since then, Thorovald Two Stones has been my ... ward.”

I recalled what the guard had mentioned. About five days and nights with ‘the wench’ being the reward he offered. I growled, low in my throat, my fingers clenching and the sound caused Cynthia to nearly leap out of her skin. Her eyes widened and I blushed.

“My apologies, my lady,” I said. “But a gentleman-”

“A gentleman?” she asked, eyeing me.

I wished I could eye myself too. Resh Craig? A gentleman? Where had that come from? But I found myself smiling. I reached up to stroke one of my mustaches – which had been cleaned while I was asleep – into a finer curl. “I dare say I’m more of a gentleman than every pure blood human on this island.”

Cynthia giggled, quietly. She inched closer to me, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“You ... were dressed in a very nice suit,” she said, quietly.

“A mystery to myself included, I assure you,” I said, smiling.

“You looked ... good in it,” she said.

I smiled at her. “My thanks, my lady.”

Cynthia’s face turned quite red. She stepped closer. “I’m not exactly a lady,” she said, quietly. “And ... Borag...” she paused. “He often won me.” She paused, then licked her lips. “I believe I should reward you for that. No?”

I blinked. “Miss Boggs, you don’t need to do any-”

Her finger touched my lips. Her face was still heated. Her voice was quite soft. “Shh, Mr. Craig. Shh.”

And then her lips replaced her finger – and it was as soft as her fingertip. Her tongue gently probed my mouth and I let myself lay back as she crawled onto the cot, which squealed and groaned under both of our weight. Despite her youth, Cynthia proved to be quite an excellent kisser. Her hands cupped the sides of his head, caressing down to his shoulders, keeping herself upright with her knees alone as she kissed and kissed and kissed. When she broke the kiss, I found myself to be the one who was panting. Then her hips shifted and she settled down and I found that she wore exactly nothing beneath her homespun. The thick fuzz of her pubic hair caressed my belly and the hot, slick moistness of her pussy lips ground against my belly muscles. She shivered.

“I haven’t wanted this ... before...” she whispered her hands going to her homespun. She tugged up in a single smooth, practiced motion – a combination of her excitement and her ... professionalism. I could see the kindled excitement in her eyes and knew that I was in no position to stop her, physically or emotionally. I wondered if it was my gentleness and compassion ... or the simple fact that, for the first time in ages, she was in physical charge that led to her excitement. Then I was entirely distracted by her perky, deliciously firm breasts. Beneath her homespun dress, though, I saw that more had been worked upon her than mere brutality. Her shoulders and her arms, now that they were exposed, proved to be covered in intricate, winding tattoos. Tigers and great apes mixed with vines and geometric shapes. Colors came in every vibrant pattern, and gleamed on her skin in the firelight. Her breasts were circled with a pattern of diamonds and hearts, while green diamonds surrounded her nipples. Her belly button had a ring of dwarven runes inked around it, and her hips had words stenciled upon them, done in an illuminated style, like a mockery of a holy book: SLATTERN was on the left and WHORE was on the right. I was quite sure that her back had even more tattoos, but I was too busy marveling at the artwork of her body.

She blushed and smiled, slightly. “Old Odgen did them for me,” she whispered. “He fucks books more than girls, so, um, for the time he was doing em, no one else ... got me.” She shrugged slightly, which set a cascading shiver through her many artwork.

“Remarkable,” I whispered. “Did it hurt?”

She shrugged. “Everything hurts here, Mr. Craig.” She paused. “Except for you.” She leaned forward and once more, she was kissing me, and this time, I was able to lift my arms and caress her back, stroking her slowly. This sent a shiver of excitement through Cynthia’s body, and she mashed her breasts against my chest, hard enough that I could feel the excited hardness of her nipples through my bindings.

Cynthia was, sadly, rather wrong. I hurt a great deal.

But for her, I was more than willing to ignore it.

She broke the kiss, panting heavily. Then she shifted herself backwards and her eyes widened. “G-Good gods, Resh!” She squeaked.

“You stripped me naked, and you’re only noticing now?” I asked, the familiar smugness about my endowment coming to life. Cynthia’s jaw was hanging open and her eyes were quite wide. She was rolling her hips in slow movements, which caused delicious tiny jiggles on her firm breasts.

“N-No, Ogden did that,” she whispered. “He tended to your ... wounds...” She trailed off, her eyes half closing. “Y-You’re bigger than Borag...” She sounded awed and a bit frightened. I gritted my teeth as I sat up, my belly mucles tightening and my chest setting up a small orchestra of tiny aches and pains to protest my movement. But this allowed me to caress her bare cheek, my voice quite soft.

“I’m not him,” I whispered.

Cynthia melted against me – her mouth and mine met once more. Once more, I was left hard of breath, trying to keep up with the desperate thrust and caress of her tongue. But as she kissed, she ground against the bulge that was straining against the homespun blanket that had puddled on my lap. Soon, even that thin separation was unbearable. Since my hands were still gently caressing her skin – her cheek, her shoulders, her flanks, her rump – she reached down and jerked the blanket aside, tossing it carelessly to the ground. Now, my cock rose to meet her thighs, and with the practiced ease of a professional, Cynthia rocked her hips backwards, then forward, capturing my cock with her sex as smoothly as any woman I had lain with. She mewled into my mouth, but did not hesitate or stop until our hips had met with a wet slap, and my member was buried in her to the womb. She drew back, gasping in quiet, eager breaths.

“A ... Are you quite comfortable, my lady?” I whispered, my voice tight against the mixture of pain and pleasure that ached through my body. My balls were quivering with pent up desire, as if they had waited their whole life to fill the womb of this Lady Boggs.

She whimpered. “C-Call me that more, Resh...”

“Of course, My Lady...” I whispered, leaning forward to gently kiss her neck. Tenderly, I caressed her back, allowing her to grow used to my size. She might have taken that bastard Borgar – and a fierce gladness at having removed his head from his body flared through me. But she had clearly never been give the chance to enjoy the act. And she was beginning to do so now. She let out a quiet gasp as I leaned down to kiss the tips of her breasts, to trace the lines of her tattoos with my tongue. Her nipples were hard and oh so very eager. I murmured against her skin, my breath hot on her sweat streaked flesh. “I must admit, Lady Boggs, that I cannot ... quite contrive to move with my body in this state. Y-You may need to ... ah...”

“I can manage it, Resh,” she whispered, a delight in her voice that was hard to miss. Her hands gently took my shoulders, then gripped them for leverage as she started to rise and fall. Rise and fall. The hot, slick tightness of her pussy was as delightful as anything I had felt, and I closed my eyes tight, simply reveling in the physical sensation. From the mewling noise that escaped from her throat with every slow transition – Cynthia took her time going up, and moved until she had nearly slipped off of me, then let herself drop down with some force, a wet slap announcing her buttocks and her thighs jouncing against me – I was quite sure that she had never felt more bliss in her life either. She started to gasp out faster and faster, and despite her attempts to prolong this tender union, her body had a deeper need.

A need for more.

Her teeth began to nip at my shoulder as she buried her face against me, allowing the huge mane of her brown hair to cover my face. I inhaled her scent, and shuddered as I barely managed to keep my own climax from exploding through me. From the tightness of her next bite – nearly enough to bruise my orc tough skin – and from the fluttering clench of her deepest places, I knew that Cynthia was reaching her own climax. To hold my own balls back would have been as impossible as stopping the rampage of one of the greater dragons during the Age of Legends.

My body tightened, and pain from as deep as my ribs to the knuckles on a bruised hand sang out. But it was drowned out by the deep, residing pleasure that exploded within my core as my balls clenched as if they had been squeezed by a hand. Cum started to paint the inside of Cynthia’s womb, and I could feel it filling her and filling her and filling her as she clung to me, her whole body stiff as steel. Her fingernails dug into my back and her moan split the night air – high and eager. She then collapsed against me, gasping and panting and mewling. She sounded as if she would have been mumbling my name – but words seemed to have quite escaped her. For myself, the pleasure was receding into a warm glow, and the feeling of my thick seed dripping from her sex and coating my balls was mixing with the aches and pains of my battered body.

The pleasure was momentary.

Now, my body was really beginning to complain. And so, I slowly laid back, to try and settle myself down. This soothed some of my hurts – and the feeling of Cynthia’s warm, sweat slicked body pressing to me in the tropical humidity of the small shack was a balm to my very soul. I caressed her gently, my hands stroking through her hair.

Time passed in this confusing mixture of happy and hurt daze. Then, quietly, Cynthia began to tell me of where I was.

The Isle of Despair I had known of – it was where every kingdom of Arcanum for the past two centuries had dropped their unwanted and their undesirables. All of those whose crimes had been larger than a temporary stay in prison and yet lesser than a quick death had been shipped here. First, the goal had been to mine. The Isle of Despair was named before the first prisoner had been dropped there, simply because of the way that some powerful magicks refused to operate about it. But as the years had passed and some rudimentary explorations by ship had been made, it was determined that the Isle was the site of a massive load of some kind of contramagickal material – possibly even a load of mithril larger than any known to man, dwarf or elf.

But the prison colony had been beset by woes. Monsters. Prisoner riots. Corruption in the form of the North Catan Company, who had run the operation from their offices in Black Root before they had folded up like a cheap suit. With the mine unfinished, the kingdoms had shifted from attempting to run the colony like a colony and simply began to dump prisoners there and leave them to their fate.

And now I was here.

“I have but one question, my lady,” I whispered, caressing Cynthia’s brown hair from her face. “Your mother and you cannot be the only woman here. To be blunt, I do not have so low an opinion of the fairer sex that I believe them unable to commit crimes.”

Cynthia laughed, then sighed sadly. “There is a tribe of women who broke free from the male dominated camp, years ago. My mother always talked of joining them, but...” She shrugged. “She thought it was safer here.”

“Safer?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I ... I’d go in an instant. If I knew where they were! But I cannot just run off into the jungle to wander.”

I nodded. My hand took hers and I squeezed it. “Maybe I can help you with that,” I said. “I happen to have done some cartography in my day.” I grinned at her. Then my grin faded. “Wait, I have?”

Cynthia laughed. “You fill me with such confidence, Mr. Thresh.” She laid her head upon my chest, and caressed my nipple, her smile bright enough to shine in the darkness. I laid back and closed my eyes, allowing myself to slide into sleep.

Brilliant sunlight exploded into the hut, startling me awake. An immense half ogre stood within the doorway, dressed in something approximating body armor, with leather plates and bits of metal woven together with what appeared to be straps of cow hide. His back had a broad blade strapped to it, but contrasting all of this was a pair of half moon spectacles that appeared to have been repaired by wire and string at least twice, though the lenses were still intact. He looked down at Cynthia and I, Cynthia rousing slowly from where she had sprawled atop me. Seeing the half-ogre she sprang to her feet, grabbing the blanket from the floor and holding it to herself.

“Ogden!” she said.

“Wench,” he said, quietly. “I will not tell anyone you’re giving services away for free if you get me and this orc here some kip. Now.”

Cynthia, looking deeply relieved, bowed and scampered off, getting into her homespun dress without a wink of embarrassment or concern for her reputation – all too sadly understandable. I sat up and winced as Ogden tossed a metal object to me. I caught it and found it was my pistol.

“Explain this,” Ogden said, his voice tight. He spoke with an accent closer to a posh Tarantian gentleman than to a half-ogre ruffian stranded on the Isle of Despair. I looked at the pistol and, to my great shock, I began to understand what it was that I was seeing. I pointed.

“This charged battery pack creates an electrodynamic field which can be used to impel the metal of the bullet down the barrel at greater speeds than mere gunpowder could manage,” I said, immediately. “Hence why it strikes like a cannon, without imparting bone crushing force to my arm.”

Ogden shook his head. “And here I thought i’d seen it all. A half-orc and a technologist?”

I smiled, but it was a bemused smile. The knowledge seemed to come into my mind without memory – learning without the recollection of how I had learned. It was deeply unsettling. But as I chewed on that, Cynthia returned with two wooden bowls filled with steaming bean and meat soup. Smelling this reminded my stomach that I was quite hungry, and soon I was scarfing down the food, using my fingertips. Ogden ate in a similar way, and once we had finished, Cynthia had brought a simple shirt and pair of leggings for me. The only thing in their favor I could say was that they were clean.

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August 21st, 1885 If there existed a better time to traverse the Hadrian pass and stride through the Glimmering Woods than August in the year 1885, I was sure that it had not come to Arcanum since the last Age of Wonders. I was concerned at first, when the Hadrian Pass turned out to be a treacherous crossing plagued by immense waterfalls and shifting, smoothed pathways of stone and gravel and scrubby brushes that survived the yearly floods that came with the thaw. But once we had traversed...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero Rescues a Gnome and Finds a Statue

July 9th, 1885 The town of Stillwater appeared, after the past week of marching through sticky, humid temperature and the occasional flurry of summer rains, like a paradise upon the gods green earth. I, Virginia, Maggie, Sally, Gillian, the ever faithful Dogmeat and the members of the Stonecutter clan who had decided to emigrate back to the Wheel Clan all trudged into town stinking of long travel and the still omnipresent smell of zombie. As we came to stop near the central statue that...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero Engaged in a Shootout at the Sobbing Onion Tavern

February 22nd, 1886 I was nearly fifteen yards from the entrance of Quintarra before Raven dropped from the trees to land before me. Normally, I would have been impressed by the natural grace of an elf in her element – let alone the beauty of Raven herself. But this was not an ordinary day. Virginia had vanished into her own teleportation spell, leaving me with nothing but her tearful confession and where she would be traveling – but Caladon was nearly four months away by foot. Panic...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Has a Most Welcome Reunion

April 28th, 1886 “And so, according to Nasrudin himself, Saint Mannox was tending to the wards at the Ring when Nasrudin emerged from his regenerative bubble. Nasrudin seemed to think Mannox was nothing more than an overeager, overzealous, pompous ass.” I shrugged as I looked across the table at Hadrian and Wilhelm. The two Panarii had been transfixed with utter shock from the moment I began my narrative to the very end. I, meanwhile, had given them the entire story of my adventures to the...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero becomes a Subversive Unionizer Betrayal

December 12th, 1885 Rain pattered against the windows of the Misk household’s expanse library. Virginia had, helpfully, set every light in the room to as bright as it could go. Warmly burning oil lamps and electrical bulbs shrouded in comforting draperies both worked with the stoked fireplace to give the room a warm, cheery glow – but it did little to offset the grim mood that had cast its pall over the Misk house. With both Victor and now Wesley the butler both dead within the same week,...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn which Our Hero Confounds a Ghost Makes Love to a Bereaved Priestess

There are many tall tales written in the popular magazines of Tarant and Caladon about life on the edge of Arcanum. Daring do on Thanos, trips to the Vendigroth Wastes, eking out a bold and brave and free living on the Morbihan plains, with nothing but your gun to keep you safe from the invariably savage tribes of orcs that would then be slaughtered by the dozens. Those tales, for some reason, rarely mention the typical fare for one living out at the edge: A hideous slurry of beans and pork...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero is Seduced by a Phantasmagoria An Assassin Strikes

_*Author’s Note: Since I’m a hideous incompetent who should be whipped through town with a leather belt, I have made two unforgivable errors. Firstly, the first chapter of this series erroneously stated that it begins June 3rd when this adventure begins on January 3rd! Secondly, I stated that there was a Kingdom of Caladon. Alas! The city of Caladon is the capital of the Kingdom of Arland. But with these things corrected, on with the adventure.*_ Standing outside of an inn’s back room while...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero Does Battle With Foul Necromancers

January 27th, 1885 Tarant, United Kingdom Our little weather beaten, disheveled trio had set a good, steady pace through the vastness of wilderness between the town of Shrouded Hills and the city of Tarant, which sat astride the Hadrian River like some ungainly colossus. While those weeks had been rife with ambushes by small raiding parties of kites, the occasional ferocious and starving wolf, and at least one bear that needed to be wrestled into submission by our good half-ogre, Sally...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Herorsquos Origin is Revealed

The Tale of Resh Craig June 4th, 1876 Somewhere on the Morbihan Plains The evening had reached that fine time, the only time between mid-morning to the setting of the harsh sun where the Morbihan became livable. The fire crackled and popped and some chuckslag was slowly simmering in a cast iron pot. The men gathered around the fire were, on the whole, unwashed, unshaven, and nonhuman. The faint sound of conversation could be heard from quite a distance, interspersed with laughs,...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero Seduces a Married Woman Confronts Mr Gilbert Bates Inventor of the Steam Engine

IFS ZEPHYR MIRACLE! SURVIVORS TELLS ALL! Half-Orc Walks Away from Fiery Death! Greetings, fellow Tarantians! It is I, Victor Wright, your faithful and vigilant editor, bringing you an exclusive story that only a paper of this breadth and quality could possibly do! Just yesterday, our humble offices were visited by none other than the sole survivor of the IFS Zephyr blimp tragedy (please see photograph, pg 2), and he deigned to share his account of the final minutes of that fateful voyage...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn which Our Hero is Stymied by the Scientific Establishment

July 10th, 1885 Stillwater, The United Kingdom I came into the Temple of Geshtianna with Virginia to my left side and ‘Magnus’ to my right, Sally and Gillian taking up the rear. I dragged behind me the statue of the cult’s goddess, covered with a tarp to prevent anyone from noticing both the bared breasts (not exactly appropriate for dragging through a village’s streets) and the magickal effect that caused all to view the statue to become entranced by it. I had to admit the tarp was...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero is Caught Betwixt Two Fortune Tellers

Once we were safely ensconced in the inn, with a room to ourselves and a chance to wipe off blood and bits of muck, the young dwarven lass who had become a part of our little party took a chance and explained herself. She had put the false beard back onto her face for the trip from the basement of the nightmarish P. Schuyler and Son’s to the inn, but now that we were safe from prying eyes, Maggie Shalefist removed her false beard. Beneath, I got a chance to really contemplate the features of...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero is Entrapped in an Orgy

A momentary frisson of fear ran along my spine as I sprawled in the small tent, my arms lashed above my head with leather bindings and my eyes covered with a thick binding of cloth. I wriggled upon a fur mattress and strained my ears, but all I could hear was the heavy footfalls of Sally Mead Mug as she walked about me in the small tent. I swore I could hear the sound of her palms rasping together as she regarded me. I tried to remain calm and collected – but my mind was inevitably drawn to...

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Thank you, Erik Thread, for your excellent editing and helpful suggestions. I am grateful for your patience and skill. Any errors are, of course, mine. The celebration was brief. Tony had no sooner gotten off the phone from hearing Martin tell him that the arrest had gone down as planned when two well-dressed men arrived at Amnesia! ‘Anthony Marino?’ a tall, middle-aged man asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘I’m agent Thorson and this is agent Pellegrino … F.B.I.’ he said succinctly, both showing their I.D. ...

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