"King Dolkan at your service. You look terrible, but you are still bigger than I expected. You know, it's customary to bow before a king." "Not for me."Faris says with absolute conviction. Dolkan smirks, takes the watchman's stool and sits upon it crossing his arm over the back rest. "I am here to get you out but first I would like to chat."Dolkan says, scratching his brow with a pointed thumb nail. Faris raises his head as sounds of terror continue to echo through the night. "I never came alone."Dolkan smiles. Faris looks at his visitor, and glances at the corpse lay in its own blood. Reaching out between the bars, Dolkan hands Faris his pocket watch and nods."You may see me as a monster, having witnessed my abilities, but I assure you, they were the real monsters. How long had they had this lady lay here freezing cold without a blanket? I heard them laughing at how they threw cold water on her frequently just to see your pain. They are not dogs, not animals, they are far w
The 6th Blood Scroll After the War of the Gods had finally come to an end, a truce was scribed over corpses of armies between King Vladimir and the Dragon clan under a red moon● King Vladamir had managed to lead his kingdom to victory but at great cost● The blood army had withered to barely under two thousand, not enough to defend against the surrounding kingdoms should they form an alliance● The great kingdom had been taken by force, burning many flags that tied beyond● General Vatalis proposed a deal with the Dragon clan, one that would shift the world's fate● The King had arranged a meeting to claim his token of victory, a tradition usually recompensed by treasure, weapons or a crown● People called the Dragon clan gods, for they had technology from beyond the stars but the King knew weapons do not win wars, soldiers do● King Vladamir the victor wanted an army more powerful than his enemies could ever assemble, an army of immortals● The Dragon clan had renounced their ways of my
Footprints echo through endless snow covered trees of an ancient forest. Scanning the grey sky, Danielle pets Phantom as Rohain guides the way through. The path's narrow end fades below snow and still leaves. The grey dims yellow beneath the clouds yet barely a word had been spoken. "Do you..." "No." He replies. "You don't even.." "I do.." Rohain turns."...you were going to ask me another question or insist on playing another game, I told you I'd only play once on the promise you would not ask me again." "But I'm bored! Conversation with you is all précis without a skeric of scone." Rohain turns his head. Even through the dark eye holes of his helmet Daniella can feel the hard stare. "Everytime I wish to make a conversation you simply reply with something like yes, no or be awfully dismissive." " I don't." "See! For you maybe it's easy to just be in the world all by yourself and not mind the quite, but I can not bear it." "Look, the more we talk, the more likely we are to
Caws of ravens pierce through a darkness that echoes across the land. Against icy fog a cave hollow glows like a ship through the storm. Circling the roaring fire, eyes and fangs glow primal white. Brenn roars as she swings her runed axe against Agnaars raised shield followed by another and another. Agnaar takes her throat, lifting and launching into the wall. Brenn stands right hand empty, gripping a rock she throws full might. Evading, he steps in unsheathing his axe in a throwing motion and catching by the blade end and swings the leather wrapped black oak like a club. Brenn's shield rises against a barrage of attacks. Agnaars claws wrap over the top and pull the shield away to force an opening. Brenn counters with a precise three strike combo, drawing blood from a smirk. Brenn smirks back "Having fun?" She asks, swinging an elbow.Angnaar's chin knocks left as he reaches through for a hard straight punch that knocks Brenn down, almost landing her in the fire. Fenrir rises li
"Mi name be Timmy Dark-Skull, former captain of Devils beak, now a trader of thee lands mi stand lad." Jamal reaches in for a handshake "Well, Timmy Dark-skull *ahem* It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jamal, this is Amaia. We are traveling to Vatala for trade." "Please, ..." Timmy Dark skull smiles "... make merry with a drink and a tale for a lost soul would ye kindly." "Well just before we saw your fire, Amaia was talking about how scary dolls are." Amaia hits Jamal on the arm as if he was supposed to keep it a secret. "Ay, that they be mi lady. So, what be the rattles in your bones?" Timmy tilts his head while pointing the little golden dagger in his hand. "Personally, .." Jamal says while rubbing his arm."..I find fortune readers haunting; the idea of knowing the future just... It's crazy; the thought that we are all part of something bigger than ourselves. Look at the stars, so many, so far away away.. It gives a bit of perspective on just how insignificant we really a
"Listen!" Rohain halts. "What do you hear?" Daniella replies. Rohain reaches for his crossbow, cocking the loading lever, he nods at Phantom who takes the cue to stay back. Crossbow raised, aim waves across barren trunks and frozen thorn branches. Silence of death blows through the dark depths of falling snow. Oiled buckles and reflective plates sink into the sound of crushed snow and deep breath. Daniella nervously watches the silver knight exercise extreme caution into the falling silence. Laughter shivers through the trees with the gusting breeze. Rohain kneeling lifts his left fist above his shoulder before retaking the cocking lever and raising the sights to eye level. "Look who we found, the king will be pleased." Daniella hears in a familiar voice. Firing towards the voice, silhouettes of armoured men reveal themselves, surrounding the travellers. Daniella's eyes widen. "The king's guard? They must be here to rescue me!" Daniella rejoices. The soldier's royal steel coa
The 3rd Blood Scroll Bells rang through the city as the ashes of war began to settle like snow● The siege finally ended after enough blood flowed to fill the former king's skull with fear and remorse● Citizens were still collecting arrows, extinguishing fires and burying the dead as the conqueror came to claim his new crown● Parading through the city streets, his towering shadow cast dismay and awe by all sanctified to behold● Stench of charred flesh, grit of the poisoned throats, whimpers of hunger and rattling of prison bonds - Vladimir knew his subjects were in no condition to commemorate their liberation● No doubt the former king was discriminatory, a tyrant whose only claim to the throne was being the sole heir to a king who cared more about the topics of his goblet than the plate's of his people● Taxes kept the kingdom sunken in deficiency while the defeated king had indulged in exotic fruits and low association● Those educated in the ways of magic were clawed from society as w
The 1st Blood scroll My name is Hafidh● Anointed the personal scribe of Lord Vladimir● A better honour than a prisoner, a better title than a slave, tasked with documenting history as I witness it for purpose of glory and warning● My upbringing was nothing extraordinary; a father addicted to working long hours, a mother of poor health and a brother to call "friend"● My education was torn short by corruption for when my brother opposed, he was banished from the academy and I chose to follow my loyalties● The wheel of time turned my early years into a simple working man like a father with less ambition than prospects while my brother found his own path● I lived most of my life with a gaze as low as the sunken sun until eventually I saw the elite, stars, and realised the world had far more to offer than I ever claimed● It was not easy to realise the shade I had become but harsh words from wise men awoke me from the slumber of a relinquished state of mind● Dreaming of being a renowned w