A Long, Dark Road (Part 6)
Friends? Friends are for fools too weak to stand on their own. I have no friends, only servants and slaves. -Morgana La Fey The two travellers stood underneath the midnight shade of the graveyard, the church of long forgotten gods standing guard...
A Long, Dark Road (part 5)
Strength, in terms of magic, comes from blood; power, in all terms, comes from intelligence. -Fenris Skjoll The sparse moments of sleep the travellers gained were not to last, as the comfortable silence of the mountain town was broken by the...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 4)
My connection to this world is one I am loathe to endure; I find no comfort in the conversations of my peers, no joy in the pleasures of the flesh, and only sparse happiness in family and friendship, save that of one. -Fenris Skjoll Kath had...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 3)
Hatred is a creation of men and demons. There is no anger amid the dead. - Damien Malcus _"I_ could get in just fine," Kath said, exasperated, "you? Not so much." "Why is that, exactly?" Varg asked as the two of them crouched alongside the road that...
Vagabond (Part 3)
After some much needed sleep and even more drastically needed showers, Corey and I set about killing the remainder of our time in transit. With my metabolism boosters and his caffeine addiction, neither of us were particularly good at sitting...
Vagabond (Part 5)
Piro IV was an odd duck to be sure. It was a small planetoid, several degrees smaller than the moon we had just left, named for being the fourth orbiting body discovered in the system. It was the only real place of note in the system, with the rest...
Grand Optimist
I awoke to a sound that can only be described as hellish, with some overly-happy ringtone blaring mere inches from my ear and an overly excitable parakeet screeching along to it. Some days it was hard to tell which was more annoying. ...
Graceless
I tugged at the corner of my collar, trying to loosen the vice-like grasp of my tie. The uniform wasn't exactly a rare sight in the café, being little more than a mile from the school, but it still drew attention to me, and I was beginning to wish I'd...
Vagabond (Part 4)
If the VIP section of Marcus' club was heaven, the backstage was most certainly god's personal retreat where he kept the finest of his kingdom to himself. Granted, there was little flair to the whole place, generally bearing a whole Spartan aesthetic....