Worlds Beyond Number

And now, for our final course, the denouement. But how will it end? In confession? In violence? In the cold precision of a sickly sweet poison pill, or the white hot bite of black widow? Perhaps. The only things guaranteed in this, our final curtain call, are the same things that are always guarante

Our interlocutors do as the Romans do and pipe up, sweating through their first interrogation, but Cass finds himself in the cruelest court of all when his paper trail leads the way to new suspicions and old desperations. Not even a nice liberal government can save you from some things, like the smo

As blood pools upon the thick pile of the Boddie Estate's imported rug collection, our players, and the game, are afoot. Bodies on the move in voluminous pants and long, dark secret hallways. Revelations and aspersions fill the air of the mansion like fingers between the keys of a grand piano, like

To whom it may concern, you have been cordially invited to the Boddie Estate, alongside many established as well as up-and-coming luminaries, gadabouts, learned scholars, loyal compatriots, mysterious servants, long-time friends with complicated backstories, blackmail artists with hearts of gold, li

[this fireside chat is on both the public feed AND here on the fireside] The cast assembles to look back at the end AND the whole of Book One of The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One. Ends and wholes, that's what it's all about, baby! If, somehow, this does not slake your thirst for Book One talk,

We gotta go. Thus ends Book One of The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One. Here's to many more. In the meantime, we have wonders piled high to share with you, dear listener. Come, join us, and see. There are other worlds than these. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or any

Remember this when you wake up: The greedy, hungry awful things. Some small part of you will miss them. The lost letters, the old home movies, the people you put on the same path as you, the dumb and silent stars of the southern sky. One last show, and then I can't be here. Don't ever let me forget

To make the new world, to free tomorrow from the clutches of not done, we must bury the old world, shove ourselves inside the bone white sand, and there meet ourselves and everyone we have known. A wizard in her tower, oh let down your hair. A wild one, his one foot out the door of the prison cell.

This is our endeavor. To blade! To tongue! To plow! To grind our name into the bones of tomorrow, until the horizon is lucid smooth as liquid mirror, sharp as cut glass, clear as cool water rising, irrigating in our throats the dry river bed of ambition. A witch in the gut of the tower. A wild one e

Everything that rises must converge. In the gloaming, where the tide of one world washes and runs across the sands of another, we pass through the center of things like a gate, like a river, like the sea of the sky, champions on parade at the crossroads, a place we know, a place we find familiar, be

Shining, shimmering, splendid. Endless open doors, in a countryside of vapor. Everyone's invited. Do we have enough food? This is what you wanted. You leapt out the window, you walked through the door, you sent up the flare. But that's the past, and we're not headed there...are we? Catch the public

You are weightless and powerful. Whatever you were on the way to being, this can be done too. This world is a dream, yes. But whose? It's time to go home. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or anywhere you get your podcasts: Direct RSS Simplecast Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTu

In the sky, war. On the ground, blood. There goes the neighborhood. Worlds Beyond Number is: Brennan Lee Mulligan Erika Ishii Aabria Iyengar Lou Wilson and is produced, designed, and scored by Taylor Moore at Fortunate Horse with exquisite design and editing help from Jared Olson, who will now be al

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. When the dead tree bears the fruit of empire, it will all be this. You can't shake it. You can't shake me. Or the burning sky, or the blood, or the ink, or the ash. But there is a part of us that lives fo

Across the night, with the dawn, this version of her, our gilled mage. Suvirin Kedberiket, amphibious and unalone. In the ice cave abattoir, our survivors, the otter and the otherworldly. The fresh hells of a secret past. And then, the trail, far beyond the broad road, taking them to whatever gifts

The keen mind is king, and you are not in your tower. You are here with us, underground, haunting the foundations of the world, a shadow, here to offer and support the force. In front of you is a cellar door and a brush of blood. Choose quick: Wear the muzzle, or grow some teeth. By a turning of the

The road is a door, and it beckons wide and open. Turns out, you can, in fact, get there from here. If there is a town, a bag, the throat of the ravening beast, the back room of a humble butcher's shop, your end at the bottom of the mighty Lydwyn. Towns are like Empires, they are made of people and

War makes strange bedfellows. Glasses clink like funeral bells. We become the fox, at last, or at the very least: we are not the sheep. Every time we step out of that door, all we have are the words of soldiers. And so many doors are open to us. You don't want this, but at last, and at the very leas

The spirit touches all things, but boots find sure footing on moss and stone. At long last, the long arm of empire legs it. The machine is repurposed. Love your mommy and listen to the mirror for once. The least you can do is ask. Finally, after such a long time in the wilderness, peace, and like a

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. And within the rills and jagged boughs, a beckoning abyss drinks in the light. If you are not careful, if you do not listen, if you speak or move without thought, it will gobble you up, like a sweet tomato, or a useful child, or a secret name, or an empty boat,

The Battle of Abassin is won, but the escape, and the peace are anyone's game. Into the woods, we go, where the tall trees blind us and we cannot see the forest. The mask slips. We make monsters of men, and speak with animals. The chain of command is thus: hunger, water, music. Each family of sad ad

Confusion is the brother of death, but my water is good and fast and clean. There is something wrong with your friend, and yet you fight alongside them. Someone will fly and someone will die on the mountain today, when the sun is a red smudge beyond the pines. Who will it be? Catch the public feed t

The fog of war floats in the valleys and ravines of the Shroud Mountains like a ghost. It erases. It confuses. It hides. It lies. And through the veil, those unlucky few soldier on, to take in the view, and plan their attack, above a place so many will never leave. Anyone can turn around, but thresh

The mountains want blood. The birds are in on it. The only way out is up. Or down so deep your friends forget your face. Just when everyone finally came together, so many people have to go. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or anywhere you get your podcasts: Direct RSS Simp

In this, the final chapter of the first book of our tale: It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, for our wizard, our witch, and our wild one. Far above the mist-cloaked scree of the Shroud Mountains, the Meridian flies to a daring rescue, captained by a promising, but increasingly rebelli

Join the cast as they lift Arc 3 over their heads, take off its head and gulp up that delicious Arc juice. Look out for the juice, you're in the SPLASH ZONE! Would you believe we do one of these for every episode? Well, guess what, kiddo, we absolutely do. But you already know that because you're he

We are so excited for all of our upcoming bone cone to tide you over till the Arc 4 premiere! Here's our upcoming slate of content in September and October: Patreon Exclusive: Sept. 17th: Interlude II: The Clearing Sept. 21st: The Crammies Livestream (1pm PT) Sept. 24th: Video Content: “Official” NP

The arc is now over and it's time to part ways. You've got a long trip ahead of you, why don't you take one for the road? A memento of our time together in the North. Now that the accounts are settled and the elders have a new project to keep them busy, collect your parting gifts, consolation prizes

Two great big lenses, like unblinking eyes, spread out upon the table. The better to see you with, my darling. The better to catch you. The better to use you up. Don't ask which, you can't handle the truth, and honestly? Same. Someone's game is over. Someone's done messing around. Someone's time is

The defense makes its closing arguments. The pillars of Umora shake beneath the firmament. A guest speaker makes a short presentation. Weird. Feels like we've been here before. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or anywhere you get your podcasts: Direct RSS Simplecast Apple

Everyone comes together in the Keep of the Woodland Green. But time keeps on slipping into the future, like a tree slips towards the sky, with hours left until Ame's judgement day, and still so many muddy rivers to cross. What wouldn't you do to save your true friend? To keep the big guys from knowi

Aren't you thirsty, brother? Here is the well of stars. Here, the dark waters of the river. There, a bubbling spring. Drink deeply, and consider what swims and writhes beneath. For like a forked tongue flicks back and forth, like the great claw taps against the glass (To be let in? To be let out?) a

Everybody's gotta serve somebody. But who? Who exactly is calling the shots? And how can you tell who anyone else is working for? Finding out can be expensive. It takes sacrifice, subterfuge, diplomacy, a poker face, a long look in the mirror, and worst of all: networking. All this and more, we give

The gang splits up. The stars align and cast no shadow. In separation: terror and revelation. But it's pressure that makes the coal into diamond isn't it? And oh what stories that diamond could tell, of the phantom thread that unspools from cradle to the gory floor. [If you listen to the show with y

Our deliberations begin. You're probably wondering why I've called you all here today. Or maybe you're not. Maybe you already know. How could anyone tell with that mask on your face? Let's do it again, but this time: with stakes, a bird on my shoulder, my breath on your neck. Take a break, sure, but

The surviving members of the Coven of Elders gather in the Palace of the Wind and Stars for their conclave. Meanwhile, the gang says goodbye to a horse. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or anywhere you get your podcasts: Simplecast Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube (in a few

The stars at the top of the world begin to align, and the meeting of the coven draws ever nearer. Old debts are paid and new collateral is put on the line. Ame plays politics, Eursulon plays cowboy, and Suvi's not playing around, not even a little. Remember, the number one rule of hospitality and pr

Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company. The Italians call it "hospitaliano," that open armed attitude that makes guesting and having guests molto fun. Whether you're hosting, being hosted, or hosting again because you forgot the first time, always remember, it’s dangerous to refuse a guest, and

Lou invented a game called Bag It or Tag it where he generates random characters and the other cast members decide to bag them or tag them. We play it on the Patreon feed from time to time. People like it very much. Here, in its public debut, is the narrative RPG storytelling masterpiece Bag It or T

The cast discusses which Pokemon they would sleep with. They also answer questions and spill behind the scenes tea on Chapter 2 of The Wizard the Witch and the Wild One, but mostly the Pokemon thing. This is a Fireside Chat BUT its on the public feed. Will wonders never cease!? Catch the public feed

The gang is scattered. Bridges are burned. Where friends falter, new allies grow like mighty oaks. There are wars and rumors of wars, but be not afraid, sisters. We are all on our way to somewhere. Whether we like it or not. Thus concludes Chapter 2 of The Wizard the Witch and the Wild One! See you

When there is no path, you make a path by walking. The rest of us are just following orders. Slow down, you're moving too fast, you got to make the moment last. Is a trap a trap if you like it? Bad news kiddo, wherever you go, there you are. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links

Mom's home. Catch the public feed to hear the episode with these links, or anywhere you get your podcasts: Simplecast Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube We recommend listening to Worlds Beyond Number (and the Fireside Feed) on a "podcatching" app like Overcast or Pocket Casts. For more help getting the

Tick tock. Tick tock. What time is it? How much is left? Can we have five more minutes? The gang's investigation has pierced the veil of the Citadel, and peering back at them through the penumbra is the great iron face of a clock, hands moving up and down, rotating and returning like the silent isla

History, almost everybody's got some. Very hard to get rid of. Keeps repeating itself. If you're lucky, and work hard, you can just maybe learn from it, but you're gonna need a team. A family. You're gonna need allies. And if you have any extra of those, lemme know...it's for a friend. Catch the pub

Wars and rumors of wars. Thrilling new weapons to titillate the thanatos urge of even the most inured imperial citizen. Heroes-to-be assemble and depart. While the Citadel mobilizes for battle, the gang hits the books. Names ancient and new swim to the sun dappled surface of understanding, the grand

Names are great. They let people know what to call things. You can read them, write them, put them on a list. If you know someone's name you can send them things, invite them places, say it quietly, in wonder or fear. A name can stick in your mouth like butter or blood. You can make one up, get a ne

Reunited, the gang must now face, waste, and taste the avalanche of revelation and experience that the Citadel provides. This is why we run. Simplecast Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube We recommend listening to Worlds Beyond Number (and the Fireside Feed) on a "podcatching" app like Overcast or Pocket

Everything that rises must converge, and baby, we are FLYING. It's good to be back. Simplecast Apple Podcasts Spotify YouTube We recommend listening to Worlds Beyond Number (and the Fireside Feed) on a "podcatching" app like Overcast or Pocket Casts. For more help getting the right audio in the righ

We recorded a Fireside Chat for the whole first chapter of WWW and posted it for the public, so they could taste but a morsel of the talkback joy normally exclusive to you, our Fireside Fam. Are we not generous in victory? Are we, the Fireside Community, not renowned for our beneficence, even as our