A shady creek babbles near your feet. The leaves rustle. Birds and insects chirp in spring air, thick like a blanket with warming humid air. A white stag watches you motionless from across the creek. You stare back, breathlessly.

Welcome to my online grimoire. You may call me Sundew. You may refer to me in any way you would refer to a stag. I was born in early Winter, at the end of the last millenium.

Here you will find a compilation of arcade knowledge that has accrued in me like fine soil forming a river delta. Some of it came to me spontaneously. More was taught to me by like minded individuals.

The table of contents for my grimoire is located here