A Long, Dark Road (Part 13)
All this war, all this death... To think it was on little more than an average day that we set down this dark path. The road has neither been forgiving or kind, and as we stand here, unified beneath the black banner of the triumvirate, I can only...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 12)
Morgana will turn on us one day, of that I have no doubt. When that time comes, we shall either confront her, and wipe her away like dust before the sea, or have the same done to us. I would deserve it. But who can blame a madwoman for their madness? ...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 11)
Fenris? I don't fear him, not in the slightest. He may be powerful, but he is as weak willed as they come, and when the time for my revolution comes, he will either bow before me, or burn beneath my heel. -Morgana La Fey Aric never departed from his...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 10)
To break a man is easy. One only needs the time and the will. Fixing a broken man... now that is another thing entirely. -Damien Malcus They ran for hours, stopping only to lay false trails and fight through what few guards thought to stop them....
A Long, Dark Road (Part 9)
I spoke to Fenris of his demons, once. He said little of it, and seemed glad I was willing to drop the subject. He may hide it well, but he is afraid of the things beyond the veil. His fear alone scares me more than anything else in this world. ...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 8)
Skjoll is a rare variety of man: he has more power than any mortal could dream to have, and doesn't wish for more; he could enslave all the world with nothing more than his fingertips, yet he wants nothing more than to live peacefully. It is admirable,...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 7)
I have no disillusions as to my station. I am neither god nor devil, not good or evil; I am merely a man, and a pitiful one at that. -Fenris Skjoll The pair where silent as they ascended the mountain trail, only the crunch of snow and ice beneath...
A Long, Dark road (part 2)
I've never been a fan of the living; I much prefer the company of the dead. - Fenris Skjoll Varg sat at the edge of their camp, working a needle and thread through the bloodied flesh of his left forearm, working to close the wound with the...
A Long, Dark Road (Part 1)
It's a cycle that has seen more reiterations than any man can fathom: life and death. From the moment of our birth, death looms over our lives, casting a darkness that no man can escape. All life must eventually bow before death; but death must...
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...