Worlds Beyond Number

A celebration devolves into a disaster. Terrible things descend from above, threatening to tear our heroes apart. Safety lies south with the promise of escape. Let's hope we can make it in time. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of violence and alcohol consumption.

Everything comes crashing down. Across the bay, something unthinkable emerges from the fog. What it is, what it means, none of that matters now. There are only these next few seconds. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of violence and gore.

Fireworks sing above the bay and tensions rise with the tide. New arrivals at the harbor throw party plans into chaos. Love and heartbreak duke it out as our heroes face the Sundown. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption and violence.

Tonight, the great city of Port Akabor celebrates the Summer Sundown! Musicians tune up at the Bayview Bandshell while college students prepare to party. Gather your loved ones, grab a drink, and turn up the radio. This will be a night to remember! Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption, suicidal ideation, and vomit.

Aabria, Brennan, Erika, and Lou gather to answer your questions about Arc 1 of Solari. For more chats like this, join us on our Patreon!

A moment of rest after a trial of terror. Reach out! A connection may ensure our safety. Who will take us under their wing? And what do we give up in return? Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption, drug use, and sexual content.

Death. Birth. A choice. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption, drug use, sexual content, violence, and gore.

Look to the future. Learn from the past. Question everything. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption.

This episode is a Prelude—a transmission from the past. Before Solari: Arc I, there were other lives, other worlds, and countless choices that shaped who our PCs would become. Over the next few episodes, we'll uncover the stories that set them on a path toward one another. Witness a time before the beginning. Before Pulls and Culls, before Ghenopaar, before the return of Orm. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of alcohol consumption, sexual content, and insects.

Welcome to beautiful Avana, tropical jewel of the Kamuri! We are proud to cater to the Five Families as the premier vacation destination. Relax poolside at one of our luxury resorts and take in the hand-crafted biological decor. Forget your worries and soak in the sun: Experience paradise today!

They watch, they wait, they wager. They hear you've made some friends. They see you through their scope. They know you play pretend. Keep your head down. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of violence.

Heads up! Worlds Beyond Number has officially partnered with Skybound to launch our very first graphic novel! THE WIZARD, THE WITCH, AND THE WILD ONE BOOK ONE is coming to Kickstarter on June 16th. In addition to that, the massive 157 track OST for WWWO is out NOW, so there's plenty of Umora available for you while you wait.

A gift delivered at terminal velocity. Sender unknown, but the intent is clear. A deadly dance unfolds before us. One step, two step, boom! Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of violence and drug use.

A cryptic warning scrawled in red. The Captain is no longer taking orders. Stranded en route, we are bound by contract: Do we thank or fear our liberator? Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of blood, violence, and alcohol consumption.

Hands up and walk casual. A blood artist’s kingdom crumbles around her. Wipe away your tears and force a wide smile. After all, the show must go on. Content Warning: This episode contains depictions of blood and violence.

Uninvited guests invade the Vice Rooms. The young scion of Iverex assembles his entourage. Questions hang in the air like bullets, flung towards the inevitable. Something isn’t adding up. This Pull was supposed to be simple…

The era of seclusion is over. The 40 Suns reconnect and reunite and find themselves valuable. As borders are drawn across occupied space, the great powers of the galaxy begin their sweep of its dusty corners searching for any golden scraps that remain. Hungry eyes turn towards a tiny asteroid named Ghenopaar, a place where everything is permitted and nothing is forbidden. Strange shapes move through the shadows. The players begin the next phase of their game. History is being rewritten.

In the dark of orbit, the crew of the Icaron makes its last stand. A desperate plan unfolds across steel corridors and open vacuum as the ship is pushed beyond its limits and an armada bears down. This is the final assault.

The crew crashes back into Nadir Hab and straight into a nightmare: Martians on the bridge, an overwhelming presence lurking beyond the glass, and Earth dead ahead by morning. As trust fractures and long-buried secrets surface, our heroes are driven toward a choice that may cost them everything.

The Icaron locks down as Martian strike craft take position, turning the ship into hostile ground. With exits gone and command in question, three figures slip into its hidden spaces, moving toward a communications deck that may be the last place still speaking to the outside world. Signals are active, systems are rerouting, and something aboard the Icaron is making its move.

The clink of champagne glasses and gala formalwear gives way to gunfire and chaos aboard the Icaron. With authority fractured and information scarce - who ends up on the right side of this conflict, who is written off as collateral, and what those decisions cost will shape everything to come.

This is the maiden voyage of the Icaron - Earth’s first S-Class Battle Station. This demonstration flight has been certified as routine by all relevant oversight bodies. Systems have been tested, personnel vetted, and contingencies reviewed. Passengers are reminded that the Icaron represents the highest standard of planetary defense engineering. Please remain seated.

In the frozen hills of Rhuv, the Sigrunsgjalfi Children’s Home sits silent beneath a sky of unfamiliar stars. No lights glow in the windows and no signs of celebration mark the coming of Alf Gappen’s Day. Yet in the stillness, a single sleeping child hums a quiet tune that carries impossibly far across the snow. Three spirits hear it and cross the tundra to a place stripped of joy, determined to bring warmth and wonder.

Our fiasco continues—Italian style! Can the Holy Trinity escape Heaven in time for the wedding? How are they possibly paying for all those chicken taters? And will a tiny pistachio man derail everything? One thing’s for sure: sometimes all you need for nuptial dreams to come true are your lungs, your heart, and a mostly-intact spinal cord.

A simple chicken-tater-funding contract goes horribly wrong when our heroes paraglide straight into hell. Dodging revenge plots, subterranean fish stomachs, and a devil with very specific terms, they just might make it to the altar… if they survive. This is Fiasco! — our first video podcast and a GM-less free-for-all. Join us as we plan a wedding, face sworn enemies, and fully embrace chaos.

The forgotten town of Fortune's Fields lies in the shadow of a mesa. Desert winds stir across the Free Roads, carrying the low, mournful calls of jackals. The streets lie quiet, sun-bleached and cracked, littered with the remnants of shops and abandoned homes. Across the train tracks, half-buried in sand and shadow, a mine shaft waits, its mouth dark and inviting. Fortune is found only by those desperate enough to follow it into the unknown.

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 guaranteed to grow from the soil of spilled blood: lawyers, guns, and money.

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 smoking, still-warm barrel of a gun.

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 a sky-darkening murmuration of starlings, as our heroes begin to uncover the culprit behind this murder most...fowl.

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, liars from your past, traitors from your present, not-mysterious-at-all servants, and of course, one very, very wealthy corpse. Spoiler alert.

The cast assembles to look back at the end AND the whole of Book One. Ends and wholes, that's what it's all about, baby! Join us on our Patreon for more like this! Coming Soon: Music Chat! A whole episode about the "what ifs" of Book One! And so, so much more. See you there!

Behold the Future of Worlds Beyond Number! Here's a rundown of all the great stuff coming your way, taken from the most recent Fireside Chat where the gang goes deep on dissecting that WILD finale. Listen through to the end for an announcement about our upcoming album drop! What!?

We gotta go.

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 this: who to kiss, and who to kill.

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. And a witch astride the world, who simply cannot leave any door closed, any stone not flipped like a table in the temple. We are all the pallbearers of what was. Roll up your sleeves. It's time to clean up.

GET TEASED, LISTENER! With this, a teaser of our first Horner Corner and our first guest*, Grant O'Brien. Join this infamous Dropout sex-haver as he is RAILED by questions from our hosts Aabria and Erika. Feelin teased? Then come and get the, ahem, hole thing on our Patreon!

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 embraced by blood. A wizard in the court of the sword. All days divided into the days before and the days after, like the two sides of a shut window of black glass.

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, before the night, as it ever does, arrives.

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?

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.

In the sky, war. On the ground, blood. There goes the neighborhood.

Lou Wilson hosts this special sample of his latest game show masterpiece: CLASS ACTION!

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 forever, and chances taken are rewarded. Stretch your legs, use the space, and I will show you your shadow at evening rising to meet you. I will show you fear in a handful of dust and freedom in the shadow of man. Deep breaths.

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 past has left. The task at hand. A good feeling. Dark river water. Bodies at the bottom murk, and above us: nothing. Exactly where we want to be.

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 coin, you are awake and remember you are dreaming still.

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 promises. Roads are like graves, they are made of dirt and the space you fill. And along the road, like pallbearers: wild, wild things.

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 least: in the morning, we ride. This could change everything.

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 knife in the stomach, quiet. All hail the returning heroes. We're going home.

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, its lines knocking and bobbing unseen down a river, into night.

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 adventurers is sad in its own way.

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?

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 thresholds were made for crossing, and we've got business with the butcher.

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.

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 rebellious, young wizard. Back in Toma, the Witch of the World's Heart takes care of old business and new friends. The wild one runs. As fast as he can. Don't even try to catch him. That ship has sailed.

[To hear this episode and its mind blowing conclusion, ya gotta come and join us by the fireside, on our Patreon.] There is an idea, buried deep within every human being, that says "Anywhere I can go, I should go." And so we climb mountains, we sail oceans, we plunge into pitch black caverns, every time with the confidence and entitlement that comes from the idea that we are fundamentally welcome in the world. That idea is wrong. There are some places. There are some woods. There are some glades. And in these places, we are very much unwelcome. Happy Spooky season, kids. Heads up, there's more gore than usual in this one.

Snow falling, over endless white sand...So begins the prelude to our first story, The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One. In these Preludes, we meet our characters as children, and see them thrust from the known into peril, confusion, and new worlds they will struggle to understand. This is the first chapter in the story of how our trio met, and the events that would bring them back together so many years later. To follow along with the main story, simply keep listening to this very podcast. To hear the rest of what happened to our young heroes so long ago, come and find us at Patreon.com/worldsbeyondnumber

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. For more like this, join us on the Patreon. It's fun! Always be closing! Hard sell!

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, gift bags, powerful arcane devices, your phone charger and the doggie bag, and then a wandering we will go. Be careful out there, the weather can get rough.

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 up. But worry not, for what goes up, must come down. Strap in.

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.

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 knowing what you're up to? Would you look in a place you've never looked before? Yeah? You would? Then a wandering we will go.

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 clock, somewhere, tiks and toks unceasing, making what will be what is. And we are all full of snakes.

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 gladly, for the sustaining and preservation of great magic.

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 young children, you might wanna give this ep a listen first.]

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 then, (if it is the right thing to do, and only then): have at me.

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.

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 protocol is never ever tell your host that all your rowdy friends are coming over tonight. They hate that.

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 sometimes worse to be one.

Behold! A generous teaser of our first "Interlude," an in-world canon one-shot where the cast gathers to create, expand, and play hitherto unseen people and places within the world of Umora. It is a profound pleasure to welcome you to the modest, but beloved, amphibious hamlet of Twelve Brooks, on the very cusp of its (regionally) famous midsummer revel. You are not going to BELIEVE who they named Great Bullfrog this year. For the full Interlude, join us at patreon.com/worldsbeyondnumber

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 Tag It. If you enjoy this (good! smart!) you'd be a fool to not join us by the fireside on our Patreon.

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 what the patreon is like all the time. Come and join us there for only 5 doll hairs a month.

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 in April! In the meantime, see you on the Patreon ;)

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.

Mom's home.

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 islands in the sky. Hands that hold you back, spin you round, or throw you, gasping.

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.

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 picture ever clearer. Careful though: the books do, occasionally, hit back.

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 new name, do whatever you want. No downsides. None.

Reunited, the gang must now face, waste, and taste the avalanche of revelation and experience that the Citadel provides. This is why we run.

Everything that rises must converge, and baby, we are FLYING. It's good to be back.

The cast gathers to answer questions and look back at Chapter One of The Wizard, The Witch and the Wild One. If you want to taste this chatty magic for every single episode, and even more "bone cone," subscribe to the Fireside Feed by joining us on Patreon!

I love it when a plan comes together. Or when a ferris wheel falls apart. GUNS. MAGIC. PINK MIST. CONSPIRACIES WITHIN CONSPIRACIES. MAYHEM. MURDER. And of course: LAST MINUTE BETRAYALS that will make you LAY A DAMN EGG. Welcome to the rapturous, apocalyptic, felonious conclusion to Erika Ishii's A COUNTY AFFAIR. No. Loose. Ends.

Talk is cheap and life in the barnyard is nasty, brutish, and short. You either eat or get ate, and if you ain't the cock of the walk, you're in the next pot of coq au vin. So you tell me, are you satisfied with the quiet life of pastoral servitude, or do you have the rocky mountain oysters to grab the tractor by the wheel and, just maybe, reap what you sow? I just so happen to know where we can get enough corn to put us on easy street till the cows come home. What do you say old timer, how about...one...last...job?

Nothing ends. Everything begins.

Balance in all things. The great Machine above you. A leaf in the water. After years of being asleep, you are awake again. We need each other now: The fish has a wife.

The sword comes down.

Here we are, at the altar, and who could object to these sacred vows? Promises promises. Easy to break'em easy to make'em. What's your word worth, anyway? Do you mean what you say? Can we forgive those who trespass against us, or do they, like us, deserve what they get? And who's gonna give it to em, you? It's bad over here, sure, but the only way out is through. Any volunteers?

Into the woods, to find the fox, to save the friend, to break the rules. Over the wall and into the woods, to Grandmother's house we go.

What can't you get used to? What can't you learn to ignore? What, you think you can save every starfish? Not my circus, not my monkey, pal. It is what it is. Gotta take care of yourself first. Take a look in the mirror, love what you see. Speaking of monkeys, you seen my fox anywhere? He was right here a second ago. Hey where are you going? Wait. Come back. [BREAKING NEWS: Our first mini-campaign drops on the Patreon NEXT WEEK! Erika's running their first game ever! Not all the characters "make it" if you know what I mean. See* you there!]

Welcome to the apparatus. Have a cigar. Or maybe a matchstick. Want a drink of water? Some new clothes? No? What's the matter, you don't like it down here? Don't be silly. Lie down. Stay a while. We've got a lot of catching up to do. There ya go. That's the spirit.

The gang is undercover and overwhelmed. Office politics, a catering budget, special projects. Middle management, those implacable knaves. Morrow is a business, man. Field trips. Democracy. Bath time. Research and/or development. And finally. As if it wasn't bad enough: consequences.

The new kids learn the ropes around Port Talon. Press the flesh, as it were. First impressions are so important. Making new friends is easy. Unless...you don't think someone might try to take advantage of the- no don't even say it. Who would do such a thing. Nobody in Port Talon, that's for sure. Great town. Good schools.

Turns out a fox is good for some things after all. The killer is caught. A volunteer steps forward with a break in the case. A friendship is bent. Another door of vines opens. Another volunteer steps forward. Further down and deeper still, our work is not yet done.

Blood, steel, and fire. Who needs a captain anyway? We do not have to be in community here. Another door opens. Blood, rain, and glass. Are we there yet?

Masks off. The world blooms anew with purpose, as our trio take the first few proper steps of their quest. The band is back together, the open road of blue water calls, but what else lies in wait between here and there? Only everything.

The world of Spirit shows its teeth. Not all the chickens make it. Pack your bags and travel light. There's ogres on the road.

After a lifetime apart, three childhood friends are drawn back together by circumstance, by command, and by a danger that no one can yet begin to comprehend. Welcome, to the world of Umora. Welcome, to The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One.

Snow falling, over endless white sand...So begins the prelude to our first story, The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One. In this prologue, we meet our characters as children, and see them thrust from the known into peril, confusion, and new worlds they will struggle to understand. This is the first chapter in the story of how our trio met, and the events that would bring them back together so many years later. To follow along with the main story, simply keep listening to this very podcast. To hear the rest of what happened to our young heroes so long ago, come and find us at Patreon.com/worldsbeyondnumber

Welcome! Come on in! This is a handshake, a how-do-you-do, a kiss on the cheek in the French way. Bienvenue, my friend. Consider yourself GREETED. This episode is like an instruction manual for the show, so If you've got no idea what's going on, or if you just wanna hang out with the cast for a few minutes, this is for you. We try to keep it short and to the point. We do...okay!