Tales From a Messy Workbench!
“I’m meant to be #anfractuous,” the dragon complained in an exhale of tangled histories. “I wind, I weft, uncurl widdershins ’round misbegotten fates, but I’ve never stopped before. I think I’m stuck.”
“Stop thinking linearly,” said Cat, “it muddles things.”
“Indeed.”
The Holy Order encircled human history, an anfractuous, unbroken silver line of power and protection, fueled by Magic compelled to answer when they called.
With a word too complex for human tongues, the Dark Lord shattered their chains and disenthralled his birthright.