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...
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. ...
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....
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...