Part 5 – Seeds of the Self

A close-up, cinematic illustration of Hanh the Warlock falling to his knees in pain as the glyph on his wrist glows violently. His tiger companion, Lyra, growls protectively nearby. The background is a cracked stone cavern floor, lit with pulsing magic runes and black mist rising from broken sigils. Emotions of agony, power, and revelation are all present.

The Hollow Bloom Part 5 – Seeds of the Self The sun had not returned. It hadn’t rained, either. The world outside the Bloom was… off. The trees leaned in strange directions. Birds moved in silence. The breeze carried a heaviness that didn’t belong to the air. It belonged to something older. The Bastards sat […]

Part 4: What Grows in Silence

The Bastards are hired (barely willingly) to investigate a magical anomaly deep in the fungal wilderness—where a massive bloom of otherworldly mushrooms has erupted overnight, swallowing entire villages. Spores are spreading faster than any known plague, and worse—something ancient is growing beneath the bloom. The deeper they go, the more reality bends. Paranoia, hallucination, betrayal... and the source may be tied to one of their own.

The Hollow Bloom Part 4: What Grows in Silence The glyph on Hanh’s wrist pulsed. Not with light—but with memory. Not his own. He staggered back from the lake’s edge, hand clutched to his arm, teeth grinding against the pressure rising through his veins. It wasn’t poison. It was knowledge. And it wasn’t meant for […]