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 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
The Game, Chapter OneThe cosmos spun and arced in my head as I sunk deeper and deeper. Stars swung dizzily around me and I felt I was falling into the very center of the universe. Time and space lost all meaning as I fell, stars becoming hazy streaks in my vision as I fell faster. I had entered the deepest, darkest part of The Game.The Game, Chapter One by ProphetStorm
I lit on a small world, hardly twelve feet square. I walked up the steps that materialized one foot ahead of me and vanished one foot behind. It was there that I met Them.
The darker one spoke first. "Vladimir...The vampyr...The knight. A choice weapon of yours, is he not?"
The one she addressed had a brighter look to him, but a deeper voice. "A personal favorite, I'd say. But even he has his failures and shortcomings. You know how I find the use of evil beings to further my ends...distasteful."
The female laughed, an ominous, foreboding sound. I heard footsteps and looked behind me.
The cloaked woman nodded, sweeping back her hood, revealing her dark hair and the vague
A Walk in the RainDrops of fetid, sour-smelling rainwater dripped through the stones in the walls and poured from the barred windows. The dungeon's very essence seemed to be one of evil and decay. I snarled as one of my captors, an enormous minotaur, prodded my prone bulk as he passed my cell. In full fur, I was a fierce beast, but the fiends that had locked me up had first exhausted me in combat. I now waited for the sun to rise and force the beast back down to the prison deep within me. I lay, my shaggy body soaked in scummy runoff from the rain gutters, near the bars of my cell, where they'd thrown me.A Walk in the Rain by ProphetStorm
I heard a curious sound--I could have sworn it was a body the size of the minotaur falling in the hallway. I struggled to raise my head and saw a cloaked form gliding down the hall, a fallen form behind it.
"Who're you?" I struggled to say.
"You don't remember me?" A familiar voice murmured, amused.
"Belle, actually." She was the dragon's twin sister, every bit as powerful, and a good deal
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