I will occasionally post my short-stories, and perhaps a few logs from joint Role-Play campaigns with my friends. Otherwise, this place will be achingly neglected.


Nightflowers.It had all the qualities and surrealism of a nightmare: My own blood bubbling in my nose; the lack of pain, even as the axe bit through flesh and meat, and into stone-- that unbelievable and exaggerated spray of ichor across the dusty floor. All of it seemed slow, as if moving through water. Eerily graceful and serene. It took a long time for the sound to catch up with all the motion, and my own cries rang like a twisted bell through the empty corridors. No one to hear them except the marauder at my breast--but I could not read his face. Not for the mask and my tear-stung eyes. A sharp jerking brought another unwitting scream, andNightflowers.
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