[yiff] Cerberus Journal - two third
* * * The first thing that hit us was the sensation of hot air. We wondered if we had somehow gotten into one of the dry and desolate places around the Styx, or if the warhounds portal was simply that prominent at the moment. Until we realized the...
[noyiff] Cerberus Journal - Two
We had walked a long distance through one of the greener areas around the Styx. Mostly grassland, with a few borrows here and there. Our goal was to reach the forest, downstream. There was no rush, but we knew there were some newcomers who had banded...
[noyiff] Cerberus Journal - One
Today we've been out in the ashen vale. It's not a crowded place like the slurry sink or the fleshen growth. But the dudes around smell funny, just sand and bones they are, and a chatty folk at that. Most of them make a clattering sound with their...
Ignorance is no excuse
It got out of hand. True, a little power seemed like fun some moments ago. But now Tom stood there, in the midst of night, around the corner of an nearby supermarket. A ghetto blaster played some beat while a group of youngsters cowered near the ground...
Lament of the Mentor
_Who seeks death, shall die._ _Who aspires to be a fool, shall become._ _Who ignores advice, shall have none._ _Who does not listen, will learn of nothing._
I'm back with "got to kill"
"I've got to kill.... I've got to kill.... I've got to kill...." That's the only thought Max could gather for a couple of hours now. Lonely and with little more than scraps of his ruined suit he was wandering through the dark forest for hours,...
Drachenpriester
Das Land Rufyir wurde überwiegend von aufrecht laufenden Tierwesen bevölkert. Ob Fuchs, ob Elefant oder Tiger, es gab alle und davon reichlich. Nur eine vernunftbegabte Spezies gab es, die weder aufrecht ging, noch oft anzutreffen war: die Drachen....
Nicht Genug
Was andere leiden verstehe ich nicht Was mich leiden lässt erschuf allein ich Was immer ich ersuche ist nicht genug Was auch immer ich je versuchte war Selbstbetrug Ich bin der Herrscher meiner Leiden In Wahrheit ging es mir nie schlecht Ich...
Herz im Kerker
Eine alte Tür, von der bereits der Lack und das Holz absplitterten, wurde mit leisem Knarzen der Scharniere geöffnet. Vor ihr ging eine schmale Treppe aus grauem Beton in das Dunkel eines Kellers hinab. Vor ihr stand ein Schäferhund, der mit einer...
Zombie Schäferhund
Am Rande eines kleinen Waldes, wo der Boden von roten und braunen Blätter bedeckt wurde, entsprang der Erde ein schauderhaftes Geräusch. Aus ihr erhob sich ein Hügel, der die Blätter unter sich begrub und vom Gipfel entstieg eine zerzauste Gestalt...
Zombie Shepherd
At the edge of a small forest, where the ground was covered with leaves of red and brown, the soil gave a dread sound. Building up to a pile the crumbling ground moved from below on top of the leaves and on its peak a frazzled figure rose from its...
Artillery Target Practice
Morning. Today is artillery target practice. The artillery Type DA (Dragon Aarkreinsil) is already waiting on the field of exercise. From camp one of our soldiers approaches, an east-european shepherd, carrying a bag with all things for preparation,...