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...
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...
Vagabond (2)
Corey led the way down the ship corridors to the captain's quarters, practically hauling me down the hall behind him. He opened the way to the room and proceeded to unzip his flight-suit further, leaving the top to hand around his waist as he strode...
Vagabond (1)
I woke up with a glaring pain encompassing the entirety of my thought, the cold of what appeared to be bathroom tile providing steady relief for what was either the mother-of-all hangovers or a sound beating. Maybe both. I tried to sit up, and found...
A Long, Dark Road 14
I never believed in the crusade. I never believed in the very 'freedom' I helped them preach. I believed in him. -Fenris Skjoll Varg's cell was far from the nicest accommodations in the fortress. He knew from occasional deployments to the fortress...