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Looters recovering in camp after a battle

It Can't Be!

2 min 369 words


Who is this piteous creature with its sunken eyes, its long coat spattered with mud from clambering over ditches and fording streams— searching, ever searching?

Why, it’s the MORDITE PRESS BLOG!


I return from a five-year exile, wandering far from the fields we know. I am changed, as I’m sure you are also.

The world has gone sour. When I started this blog, it was still possible to see evil as something cartoonish. I wanted to wear it as a sinister costume, to lampoon it, to take the piss.

Now, my treasured sobriquet “Lord Mordeth” is an emblem of what I detest: Lordship. Conquest. Bloody-minded grasping. This costume chafes.

My valediction, “Chaos Reigns” has become perversely manifest, and I am filled with regret. Perhaps I’ll find another, in time.

My tools have betrayed me. The internet was once a spectacular drive down a coastal highway. Now I sit in gridlocked traffic, struggling to accomplish that which was effortless before.

The places where we met and joyously discussed our arts have been dismantled and sold off, brick by brick. I can see now how they cursed me; they made me something I’m not, and never wanted to be.

Some fools have conjured a ravening demon who lurks in our works, scraping it clean and digesting it into a gleaming chrome facsimile, an insult to life itself. They’re not even finished, despite the evident ruin all around us.

So I renounced it and returned to the table. I picked up the dice, and I rolled them. This is what they said:

We still need these games.

We still need a place.

We’re still telling our stories, and they must be ours to tell.

Until today, this was a blog focused on a single game which I liked very much. It may be disappointing to some that I’m no longer writing for Torchbearer. All that work is still there; I will keep it for you.

I imagine that if you like the Mordite Mondays blog, you’ll find value in the things to come. I’m still playing games, reading and writing games. And it’s become crystal clear that we need more places, honest places, to connect with games.

I’m Owen. It’s nice to see you again.