I don't quite know how to say this, but, um...
JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB
I FINALLY HAVE A JOB!
Just really thrilled about it.
The Game, Chapter FourIt was a simple matter for Rose to crack Khan's golden armor once she got her hands in his helmet, but when she did, the suit clattered to the ground, a slight whisp of smoke the only hint that anything ever inhabited it. The armor-clad dragoness fixed me with slowly shifting eyes. "Vlad, what's happened to my werewolf? Vlad, what have you done with my werewolf? Vlad, what have you and your psychotic spirit friend done with my werewolf?"The Game, Chapter Four by ProphetStorm
I finished tying the mages' capes around them, after which I removed my boot from the first's visor. "Care to answer the lady's question? What did Blackdawn do to Khan? He's just a suit of armor now?"
"To be a Son of Fenrir means more than one's body. The call of Fenrir reaches through the body, through the mind, to the very soul. The Executioner was a Son of Fenrir in body before, but in dying, he transcended physical form. Our Mistress hasn't seen it necessary to restore our bodily forms, but we are as powerful as we ever were in our armor. And as ma
The Game, Chapter ThreeI remembered as I feinted and spun and struck when I had first battled the Executioner--known then more readily by his real name, Khan. He had worked for Rose at that time, when we weren't the best of friends. Rose was always very friendly--but not always a friend. It was when I had admittedly made a bit of a nuisance of myself, trying to steal from her. It was, as usual, a part of The Game. I had been a human then, and hadn't understood the nature of The Game, or its Players. I didn't even know who or what Rose was. I only knew she had a half of an enchanted amulet that I needed to save Ruritania from a dragon. When I told Rose this, she strung me along pleasantly enough.The Game, Chapter Three by ProphetStorm
"Oh, so you need it to kill this big, bad dragon?"
"And I imagine that you'll return the amulet to me when the dragon is dead?"
"Yes, madam. I'll come back here in person to return it."
"Don't bother. You'll never manage to kill me, with or without the amulet. Nighty? C'mere, Nightmeer!"
I had no clue w
The Game, Chapter Two"Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!"The Game, Chapter Two by ProphetStorm
"What? What?!" I awoke upside down with a throbbing headache. I was suspended by my ankles on a chain from the ceiling. Rose was beside me. Despite all the laws of physics, her cloak remained over her, not hanging down over her face. "Where are we?"
"My guess is that psycho Blackdawn. She'll do anything for attention."
Blackdawn. The chaos wight. The psychopath who wanted to make herself one with Gaia at our last encounter.
"How'd we get here?"
Hmmph. That's the way The Game worked. They picked a situation and plunged us head-first into the thick of it.
I looked around, appalled at the squalor of Blackdawn's dungeon. She was such a classy gal, and it was unlike her to keep a dungeon looking like this.
"Looks like her place has seen better days. Any plans for breaking out?"
Rose chuckled, flexed her ankles, shattering the manacles, and spun silently to the floor, landing already poised for action in a low crouch.
"You make that look so easy
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