Deep in the heart of the county, there stood a lone mansion, its owner a man of great pride and calm. Due to its isolated position at the heart of the ‘whispering woods’ its lone resident had no visitors; neither did he want or hope to have them. However one bizarre night, the man returned from his late night strolls to find his door open and mansion desecrated… Horrified he strode inside with great haste. Continue reading “Curse of Greed”
There are common misconceptions about what happens when we die – that we are carried out of our broken vessel by angels and ferried off to the heavens, that those evil amongst us as cast into a chasm where they burn forever in the fiery depths of Punishment. There are tales that when we die, we are born again either in this world or another, or that we are sent to a different plane of existence to live among other beings in a stranger place with stranger laws. This is not all necessarily true. Continue reading “Death and Beyond”
Though I scorn all that the man on his knees before me represents – cowardice, weakness, dishonor, deceit and betrayal – I find that I avert my hateful glare for but a moment, remembering what I had once become; that I had once been the same. However, the past was the past and I must attend to the future. The sword in my hand glistened and gleamed in a righteous fury that matched my own as I ceremoniously raised it above my head, no quiver or hesitation as my intent was unwavering steel, the spiritual form of my blade. Continue reading “Cleansation”
Weakness is a sin.
Tighter still, the noose was made. Continue reading “Chain of Torture”
I ran in pursuit of my victim: an unbelievably strong caster, with an aura so powerful it was said to blind his foes. Before this encounter, the only information I had were rumours – that he headed the Legion itself, a man whose powers were said to be god-like. After two hours of mind-numbing carnage, I could verify that the rumors had not missed their mark; that didn’t mean, however, that he was unbeatable. Continue reading “To What Extent…”
The greatest honour, soldiers, is to die on the battlefield!
I never thought on my last day, the words of my first in service would reverberate across my mind; it seemed too cruel an irony to ever actually happen, yet here it was. Continue reading “One Last Charge”