A Christmas Tale

Ho-Ho-whore! Merry friggan Christmas, he thought as he watched her pack her bags. How could it have happened? Jessica hummed a preppy carol as she folded and packed the Dolce and Gabbana top he had bought her just a few weeks ago. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Duel

Breathing out slowly Zurek calmed his nerves, and rolled his head from side to side. A far bigger crowd had gathered to witness the duel than he had anticipated. It added to the young man’s nerves. At almost six foot, the wiry youngster was taller than his older more experienced opponent. Read the rest of this entry »

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Last Stand

“Thanks for the adventures brother,” mused Jon Darcleaver, a smile creasing his lips as he hefted up his trusty, heavy bladed broadsword. The twenty year old was an impressive specimen, standing over six foot, with the build and looks of a gladiator.
“It’s not over yet Jonny,” replied the quiet deadly Mykal Darcleaver, his older brother by six years. While not the imposing structure his brother was, coming it at under six foot, he too had the build of a warrior. He was however vastly more experienced and a feared blades-man. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Lair

“It’s the place alright,” whispered Kyas Kreeg, the veteran adventurer as he took a knee and examined the clawed track. The leanly built, ponytailed warrior had been adventuring for almost twenty years and he was good at it.
“I can’t wait!” exclaimed Trebor Dweeb, the fiery young axe-man from the coast. Kyas held up a finger to his lips, reminding the youngster to keep it down.
The short stocky twenty-one year old had been adventuring for all of three months, with little success. His ship however came in when he hooked up with the legendary Kyas Kreeg. Operating out of the small frontier town, Safetown, in northern Grenz, Kyas had built up a much respected reputation as monster killer and treasure hunter. His large estate was testimony to his success. Read the rest of this entry »

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Escape

Escape

With a groan the figure squeezed through the fractured masonry, and hauled itself up into the dusty basement in downtown Port Bailey. Vislit threw back his head and laughed. The lean wiry man was covered from head to toe in filth, his long brown hair matted and his clothes mere rags. But that didn’t matter. He was free. He was free from the dungeons of Castle Glamorgan, his home for the past year. Read the rest of this entry »