Smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In the year 3029, Star Seeker Ulysses returned to Habitat Ithaca after twenty years of journeying, slew the many suitors of his faithful wife Penelope, and restored himself to the throne and obligations of ruler, spouse... [click here for more]
Squatting outside the city the Demon Gate, roofed as it is, is an uncertain haven for travellers, vagrants, mendicant monks, criminals, lost spirits... and you. There was a trial, about a man that died. They made you speak there. You saw something, right? You still don't understand it; the pieces don't fit. There was a trial, and there will be an execution, and your part is done. But it haunts... [click here for more]