The great green moon turns in the emerald sky. Azkan watches it warily, like a deer watching a circling wolf. The castle below his tower is silent. The lords, knights, maidens, servants, and serfs have all locked themselves away on his advise.
A moonstorm approaches. The strange metals of the moon crackle in the distant void, electrified by the sun's energies. Magic will run wild tonight. Forms will be altered. Rules of nature, broken.
It is a night of danger.
Azkan looks back at the grand machine at the heart of his tower.
It is also a night of opportunity.
Paddy Dobson
16th July 2022