The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 08 – The Bronze Apostate, V

The steps spiralled endlessly upwards into the fathomless darkness with no clear end in sight. The Bronze Apostate climbed them in silence, using the wall as his guide through the lightless tunnel. He held a glowing crystal the size of his palm which provided little illumination, enough for him to see an inch or so … Continue reading The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 08 – The Bronze Apostate, V

The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 07 – The Bronze Apostate, IV

The black, imposing griffon loomed over the Apostate. It stood menacingly, frozen in a snapshot of pure menace; with its long, dagger-like talons reared upwards—as if ready to strike down at a moment’s notice if ever brought to life. He quickly noticed that the insides of each talon were of a golden hue—unlike the rest … Continue reading The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 07 – The Bronze Apostate, IV

The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 06 – The Bronze Apostate, III

It was not long since after exiting the library that the Bronze Apostate found himself standing at the mouth of a long and narrow hallway. Tetragonal shaped crystals floated atop of brass sconces which lined the two walls. They bobbed gently in place, illuminating the hall and the large portraits which hung between them with … Continue reading The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 06 – The Bronze Apostate, III

The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 05 – The Bronze Apostate, II

A trickle of debris scuttled out beneath the Bronze Apostate’s foot as he descended gently onto the balcony ledge. He hopped down, his copper and brass equipment rattling slightly as he did so. Directly before him was a glass double-door, masterfully latticed with gold which gave the false appearance of it being intricately woven between … Continue reading The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 05 – The Bronze Apostate, II

The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 04 – The Bronze Apostate, I

The city skyline was awash with monolithic buildings of copper and bronze, speckled with hazy globules of shimmering streetlights that illuminated the night sky with a filthy orange glow. The smell of gaseous vapours clung to the air as the city burned away the peace of the night. Standing atop of one of these buildings … Continue reading The Alchemist’s Apprentice: 04 – The Bronze Apostate, I