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In the creation of his universe, the Daemon Fyndraxis kind of blew it, and the results left a bit to be desired. Having burnt his memory in the process, he longs for escape to a different realm. When he finds himself in what he is pretty sure is the real world, he discovers that he is, inexplicably, a sword. Swords, renowned for their lack of legs, come with a unique suite of logistical issues. Marooned in a forest, our hero must use wit, inexplicable ancient knowledge, and dumb luck to bring peace to a world torn asunder by a pervasive technological threat.
one
The Daemon Fyndraxis was slumming it. He was traveling incognito, and searching for a particular artifact that would improve his quality of…
two
Fyndraxis alighted on a crenelated balcony he used for his winged comings and goings in a rather foul mood. He had been a bit sloppy in Gren…
three
There was an insistent knocking at the gate of the keep. This happened from time to time and Fyndraxis was familiar with how this operation…
four
Cullen was generally dissatisfied with his lot in life. From a very young age he had known deep down in his heart of hearts that he was dest…
five
Before Fyndraxis had created his keep, he had gone about a bit of a spiritual experiment. He had been fed up with his life being dominated b…
six
Cullen’s truffle hunt wasn’t turning out the way he had planned. He was too dim to realize this, but most of the things in his life tended t…
seven
From her vantage at the north end of the valley, Bird could get a pretty good idea of what was going on. While she couldn’t see the village,…
eight
From an orienteering standpoint, being underground and being in a forest are similar beasts. When underground, the simple fact that you have…
nine
The assumptive house of cards that Fyndraxis was building was reaching some rather lofty heights, so he deemed it wise to retreat once again…
ten
From his little clearing, Fyndraxis could see a modest amount of sky. As the planet rotated, his point of view changed, as if he were a pass…
eleven
Days have a way of turning right into weeks and months when you are focused on their rhythm. The Daemon Fyndraxis had fallen into a sort of…
twelve
Somebody was approaching through the forest on stealthy feet. He was familiar with the cadence of all of the animals that wandered by his cl…
thirteen
Hunner prepared to depart and slung the Daemon Blade over his back tied with a piece of cord that he had produced from one of his many pocke…
Fourteen
Fyndraxis had become loot. The man had gathered all of Hunner’s things that weren’t soaked in blood. Namely his bow, a small pouch that he k…
Fifteen
The world ended pretty quickly all things considered. This ending of things was fundamentally tied to technology, but it really had to do wi…
Sixteen
Over his time spent abiding in the forest, the Daemon Fyndraxis had become very interested in his radio. He could retreat inside himself, si…
Seventeen
Bird had been lying about not having tea. When she awoke fully, she stoked the fire back to life and hung a cast iron kettle above it. She m…
Eighteen
Fyndraxis retreated into himself and materialized in his sanctum. Time in the outside world had slowed to a crawl and Bird was frozen mid sw…
Nineteen
“First off, I’m an AI. I’m not one hundred percent sure what you are, but I have some ideas,” Somehow, the Scotch seemed to be loosening her…
Twenty
Fyndraxis had a tenuous, but passable grasp of nuclear physics. The color that his blade had been glowing had always bothered him a little b…
Twenty One
Bird was screwed. She had most likely gotten a lethal dose of radiation. This was Fyndraxis’ fault of course, and he began to feel the heart…
Twenty Two
After a bit of sulking, and a light pondering, Fyndraxis returned to Bird and increased his sense of time to meet her. She was still happily…
Twenty Three
“She and I grew up together,” Teeroy said, as they were starting to lose light for the day. The pod fire had been reduced to things designed…
Twenty Four
Wendigo was an oddly apt name for what stalked the forest. According to Algonquian legend, the Wendigo was the embodiment of famine, greed,…
Twenty Five
After a short dip in the creek that Teeroy described as “colder than a witch’s tit”, they found a trail that Bird had worn into the woods th…
Twenty Six
“It should take a couple of days to get through the Gulf,” Bird estimated while taking stock of the things that Teeroy had grabbed from her…
Twenty Seven
Bird’s decision to head north wasn’t a difficult one. She fucking hated town. To her, the town represented a lack of progress and personal g…
Twenty Eight
After the fire was lit and happily crackling and popping away, Bird made herself a meal. This consisted of something like hard tack and drie…
Twenty Nine
Bird was pretending to be asleep. This gave her ample opportunity to observe this artifact that had fallen into her lap. It was unbearably c…
Thirty
The fire eventually burned itself down to embers leaving Fyndraxis alone in the dim light that they offered. The silence of the forest was b…
Thirty One
Fyndraxis knew a bit about mushrooms. What people normally refer to when speaking on the subject, is the fruiting body. The fruiting body of…
Thirty Two
Fyndraxis didn’t have to kill all that much time until dawn began to break and Bird began to stir. She yawned and gave a great stretch to gr…
Thirty Three
After negotiating a stubborn bit of vertical forest that brought them out of the Gulf, Bird and Fyndraxis ended up on the valley’s eastern p…
Thirty Four
Having a rough idea of Terra’s orbital parameters, Fyndraxis made sure that Bird brought them to a place with a clear view of the southern s…
Thirty Five
Their destination was the enormous scarred peak that dominated the valley. This was where the G had made their home. They arrived there in t…
Thirty Six
As Fyndraxis was getting settled down to get some real and actual work done on the Wendigo problem, he started to get distracted by his radi…
Thirty Seven
In the morning, Fyndraxis was left to his own devices in the throne room for a while. Bird had found Roxy as soon as she had woken up and ha…
Thirty Eight
While Solomon had mitigated the symptoms of his hangover to a bearable degree, they still stuck with him, simmering underneath the surface.…
Thirty Nine
Fyndraxis materialized in his workshop around the same time that Terra did. He did her the courtesy of making sure there was a pack of smoke…
Forty
It was time for Fyndraxis to get to work. The Yurt thing looked like it was going to take the rest of the day, and with the way that time wo…
Forty One
While his computer was busy humming away decrypting the root password, Fyndraxis had some time to kill. While he could have rejoined Bird et…
Forty Two
Fyndraxis’ fear of being alone was starting to make a little more sense to him. His revelations at the hill were deep and vivid. He had felt…
Forty Three
When Fyndraxis had rejoined reality, it was late in the afternoon and he was alone in a fully furnished Yurt. The sounds of Aprés could be h…
Forty Four
Pavel being in geostationary orbit was a handy thing. While it was nice to have Terra pop by once a day, the peculiarities of her orbit made…
Forty Five
In the morning, Bird brought Fyndraxis down to the lodge to be with Solomon for another physics symposium. This was not something that Fyndr…
Forty Six
Solomon and Fyndraxis had run out of things to talk about. The topic of Physics took a while to be exhausted, but they managed to do it. Aft…
Forty Seven
That evening, Fyndraxis and Bird were enjoying a fire and discussing uses for his growing cohort of hunters. He hadn’t recalled any yet, but…
Forty Eight
Lange had been out on his trade mission for a couple too many days. Solomon, despite his chemical distraction, had noticed this. So had othe…
Forty Nine
Once out of sight of the G village, Bird decided that the mountain path that led there wasn’t the best route to take. Instead, she headed di…
Fifty
Lange had also received some rough treatment from the Cannibals. They had pretty thoroughly worked him over with some blunt instruments, but…
Fifty One
While Bird and Lange were on their little stroll, Fyndraxis had some time to kill. He had a number of projects that he could have been worki…
Fifty Two
Bird had been chewed out before. This was mostly a symptom of being a headstrong person with a stubborn streak that was a couple of kilomete…