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...to be dictated to by a skinny little elf of all things. And that was why he scurried to Eirinn's call, even as he hated himself for doing so. *** The sun shone down upon him as he emerged from the wooden, ramshackle hut he slept inside. It was a beautiful day, cloudless, and with the...

...people died in the ground below, the grass stained with their blood. Aldherin knew this would be the focal point of the conflict. This was where *he* would show. Guttural snarling told the elf that he was not alone. Lips curled up in a slight smile as two orcs approached, clutching their...

...back to Mako. "Where do you come from anyway?" His gaze takes in Aza, "And you stranger? I bet you have loads of interesting stories to tell." *** "Who's there?" she demanded of the darkening wilderness, sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for movement. "Name yourself." The woman steps...

And just like that two strange things happened one after another. First of all, as the glass of water was placed on the table in front of him, the drunken man felt something.....a small intrusion inside of his mind. Looking up in surprise, Mangar saw the barmad look at him with an unreadable...

As Hendricks shot out, axe in hand, Cain was somewhat slower off the mark. By the time he sauntered on over, the creature's head had been well and truly smashed into goo. Wandering up to her, knife in hand, Cain shrugs. "Thorough much?" he says as he sticks his knife into the already dead...

On the bed, Mahdi thrashes. Unconscious, he thrashes as if he were in the throes of a dream. Unbeknownst to Fenris, he was. A dream....a memory. *** My name is Mahdi Anwin. Once, long ago, I was just like you. He wakes, to the sound of horses and the motion of wheels moving. Opening his...

Even Mangar, as lost in the drink as he was, knew when he had pushed something too far. Seeing the expression on Moarka's face.....and hearing Tovan as he blocked off his recourse, Mangar knew he had gone too far. "Fuck," he curses softly to himself in the corner of the room. It is often said...

As she shoves herself off him, there were no doubt many, many reactions she had pictured in her own mind. Perhaps though, the sight of Cain laughing was not one of them. As she glares at him, he laughs all the more. As he did so, the "butter knife" in his hand trembled slightly. "No...

Perhaps in the time to come, Sindarin would look back on the events here as a turning point. The scarred elf could hardly keep up with the breathtaking turn of events as they cascaded down, one after the next. Just that morning he had woke, as he had woke countless times before. The briefest...

He pushes through thick brush and scrub. Panting heavily, the man runs forward. He has been running for so long now that he can barely remember a life doing otherwise. Overhead, the blue sky is obscured by the treetops surrounding him. The tops of the great oak trees block the sun from shining...

Life in Shady Vale was a simple one. It had been countless centuries since the days of the Ohmsfords. In those days, Shady Vale was a small, but prosperous community of farmers. Most of the villagers had never travelled beyond the borders of Shady Vale. Had they, they would have seen relics of...

Starting to descend, Cain glances back and chuckles softly. "No. I know a few things about picking locks or hotwiring cars, however elevator fixing is a bit beyond my skillset...." Skillset? What skillset? You were nothing but a parasite that leeched on the corners of existence before the...

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you -- Friedrich Nietzsche Three years ago the world that we knew ended. Everything that was once familiar was destroyed in the blink of an eye. It...

...his hand. Yet, Mangar was no longer there -- not mentally. It was not Moarka standing in front of him. In front of his eyes, reality twists. *** Mangar looks up, not surprised at the company. Although she still entered his dreams, it did not surprise him that she had stepped out of his...

...back of the wagon and he bowed to the girl with emerald eyes, "When we get the box back, we are going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams...." *** Haldemar was at the front of the wagon. Holding the reins, he was about to spur the horses into movement when he heard the soft approach of...

Cause you took me there And lay me on a broken bed No air And there Were cobwebs Falling in my hair I swear I would have died for you But you left me there Then all the memories Came crashing down The insecurities By which you're bound But still I would have died for you Then you were there...

"Well, well what have we here." The malicious tone of Haldemar's voice would have left no doubt as to what his plans were for the young enterprising thief. Any lingering doubts around his intentions would have been extinguished at the point that the wily old merchant drew the sword belted from...

What Adran (and everyone else) would have noticed upon entering the bar was the drunken man that sat in the corner of the Inn near to the bar itself. The young man could not have been any older than his mid-twenties, and there was a time that he could perhaps have been considered handsome. The...

Recognising the sign and ducking his head back under the furs, Kian would have left it there, laying low quietly until the rider went on her way. However, it seemed that the fickle hand of luck, the goddess Tymora had other things on her mind. As the elven rider spoke with Haldemar, Kian began...

Sindarin does not know these strange people. He does not know who they are, or what they are doing in his mill. He stands there, watching as the angry-looking woman carries him to a horse, holding him as she climbs on too. Registering the presence of the man who had accosted him outside...