For Glory

The king’s arm shoot skywards. The sword encrusted in his hand glows a rusty red in the noon sun. Some from the line whisper it is on fire. Zeus commands the king’s destiny. The older warriors know better though. They shake their head. The truth is many will die today. That's the truth. Lots of …

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The Monk that Failed

The monk knows only chaos. But he meditates. His soul races. Yet he has stilled his breath and heart and brain. His tranquility is threatened. He doubts he will ever know peace. This wish complicates his existence. It's a desire. He cannot let his want go. He fears never being able to attain greatness because …

Droken

Droken sits a bit away from the rest of his party. He is thinking about stuff that bothers him. He decides elves bother him and he doesn't like them. He thinks they are shiny and smell like flowers and they look too soft and their hair shimmers like cloudless nights after a deep snowfall. As …

The Pit-fighter

    Standing over the dark elf's corpse the ogre pulls the metal pole-arm affixed to his left arm from the poor creature's chest with a sickening plop. The massive green skinned slave opens his mouth and a sound emerges that silences all noise from the celebrating crowd. Once a chieftain the sound is of …