Jason Harrington

“streams surged and pulsed into the clouds and the clouds became even darker. Lightning escaped, striking the sea, followed by a deafening thunderclap. Black tendrils shot forth from the clouds, slithering their way down all over the island. Rig looked towards the market, seeing that everyone had stopped to behold the spectacle. One of these tendrils entered the ground only steps from Rig. The earth became blackened like soot and a granular substance flowed up from the spot. Rig backed away.”
― Stephen Blumberg, The Eldritch Tome: Volume I

“Ilohir,” he began. “Your aura shines brilliantly in the vision of the Ethereal Eye. There were two of you on this island. You fight like a mortal. Do you not know the abilities you possess?” His tone was that of genuine curiosity. Rig did not answer right away; he was confused. By Rig’s expression, the man had his answer. “I know nothing of what you speak!” Rig shouted. “Who are you and why do you attack this place?” “You are one of a dwindling lineage and you are not even aware! How can this be? Has it been kept from you your entire life?” The man was quiet for a moment as if figuring it out. “One of your parents was mortal… They hid it from you.”
― Stephen Blumberg, The Eldritch Tome: Volume I

“the disguise of an impoverished vagabond, he would travel the world placing wagers and playing games of chance. He knew the inner workings of the mind and the natural world and used this to his advantage. He would drink, but he would never get drunk and this would lower his opponent’s guard. He would kill anyone who dared call him a cheat or refused to pay. He relished the chance to duel and shed blood and he wielded a different weapon every time he came to a new city.”
― Stephen Blumberg, The Eldritch Tome: Volume I

“Rig inspected it close-up, amazed with its size and thickness. The blade itself was as tall as he. Tightly wrapped around the hilt was a jet black leather. The end of the hilt was wrought into a half rounded octagonal piece of steel, slotted for the leather to weave through. The sword possessed a steel crossguard, shaped artistically to flare out on either side. These bore runic symbols. A black oxidized etching ran along the guard and branched off symmetrically on either side. The flanged ends of the cross guards were worked around the etching, embellishing it with pleasant angles.”
― Stephen Blumberg, The Eldritch Tome: Volume I