It was in the late 1960s BIE (Before the Interstellar Era) that Mankind first hurled himself at the stars with any measure of success. For years, decades even, science fiction authors and leading scientists dreamed of a time when Man would soar
Sometime later, I’m not quite sure how long, time blurs oddly when you’re being beaten nearly constantly, I was being locked away in the Vault. I knew this because the guards were assuring someone that no one ever broke out of the Vault.
Unless you encounter them in the wilds, most members of the Twilight’s Hammer don’t go around advertising the fact. Fortunately, my infiltration into their ranks not long ago taught me the simple set of challenge phrases they used to identify
I snapped my wrist, casually flicking the blood from my sword on the still-twitching corpse of the last Twilight cultist. Well, the last one I had killed, anyway. I let a savage grin split my face as I turned my attention to the last living Twilight
Five years. Hard to believe it’s been five years since I took up with SI:7 again and accepted commission as a field agent. Five years since Saya was killed. Yeah, I took my revenge on her killers but revenge never tastes quite as sweet as you
While it wasn’t exactly news to me that I’d made an enemy of both Twilight’s Hammer and the Defias, it was interesting to note that my name was coming up in their communications and not in a good way. Both groups were large organizations
See this dog here? This is Heinz. He's a shar-pei. He is also the best dog ever in the history of ever.To really appreciate how awesome he is, you must understand that I really, really can't stand dogs. Yet this is the best dog ever. He
*pulls out the old fogey stool and shakes his cane at the young whippersnappers and johnny-come-latelys*So, back in the day when the choice of raid size was 40 or...40, there were these things called "raiding alliances." Now, some of these have survived
Brass and I had plenty of time to talk on the gryphon to Ironforge. I had briefly considered bringing him back to Stormwind and taking the newly-finished Deeprun Tram but had discarded the idea based on the fact that I had just gotten Brass free of the
Silent DesperationOver-Duke Colm O’Bronwen of Caer Avondrev rubbed his temples, his face etched with the lines of worry that only fear for a child could produce. Both his personal and the court physicker sat before his heavy rosewood desk, speaking
The inimitable Anna of Too Many Annas made the suggestion last week of writing a letter from the front lines of the war against the Lich King. As I have a hard time passing these up, what follows is a letter from the shadow priest Iriandra Trellen to
Oh, hey, didn't see you there. Because if anyone is still there, it's likely a miracle. I noticed it has been a very long time since the last chapter went up and I thought it might be nice to let all two of you know that I haven't forgotten about this
Brass and I got while the getting was good. The majority of the Defias were still sniffing around the farmhouse and the edge of the woods where I had given them the slip. They were apparently smart enough not to go running blindly into the trees and
Jessika the Tank from over at Pretty in Plate had this excellent idea for a post, so I'm going to take a moment from your regularly scheduled program (crap, when was my last real post again? I better get on that...) and run with this here idea, 'cause
In the Days of Misspent YouthThe sun beat down on the field, baking the already hard-packed dust even further. A young man stood under the punishing sun, his leather hauberk and helmet only compounding the heat, sweat running freely down his face and
By Demons be DrivenThe bricks of the chimney oozed just enough heat to warm the small room comfortably, yet to the figure huddling on the bed, the room was stiflingly hot. Sweat damped his shirt and ran freely down his face, mixing with the tears rolling
Spend enough time in the business of killing people and sooner or later you’re going to end up on the receiving end rather than the giving. This, of course, gives you the opportunity to either prove your skills or vanish into the annals of dead assassins.
So, there's this meme going around call the Honest Scrap award. Maybe you've heard of it? No? Oh, well, in that case, I was gifted with said award by Ms. Jessika of Pretty in Plate, who has determined that I be worthy of such an honour because I comment
Man, there sure has been a lot of not-story posts going on here lately. What's up with that? Someone needs to smack that writer-guy over the head and tell him to get to work and quit slacking off with things like memes. Of course, when he gets tagged,
I'm glad Anna mentioned this, since I was thinking much the same thing upon reading Bearfoot's post. Go ahead and read them both. I'll wait.I often find BF's attitude to be very common among Horde players, that it's the Aliiance that's evil and the
Anna, over at Too Many Annas, offered something different for her usual Friday Five. Normally she proposes five questions for you to answer about your character(s). This week, it's the Friday 500, a challenge to write 500 words in relation to your character
I made it to the stables without incident, as long as you consider nearly decapitating the guard and dragging his corpse behind the building as “without incident.” The horses inside whickered anxiously and pranced in their stalls; the smell of fresh
Hi.I know, it's been a while, but you've been patient and I think you deserve this.There will be something here...SOON.
I know, I know...it's a filthy, dirty trick to make you think there's a new post here when there clearly isn't. However, I have been tagged by the inimitable Rhoelyn regarding a look back at my first postings and comments here...Having only started this
True to his word, Edward did tell me what I wanted to know. Eventually. I had to remind him that his lifespan was now exponentially longer than it would be if I hadn’t brought him to Westbrook a couple of times and give up one of my healing potions,
I hadn’t expected to get any answers from my confrontation with Imaria and the fact that I had was a nice bonus. I knew there was something larger than a simple killing and revenge going on. All the information I’d uncovered while tracking down
The next time I hunt someone for revenge, I’m going to kill them first and toss off the one-liner afterward, it gives them less time to try a leg sweep. Imaria didn’t actually knock me down, but avoiding the sweep gave her enough time to roll out
The Ghostlands were every bit as charming as the name implied. I’d gotten a later start than I had wanted that morning, taking a little extra time to pick up supplies, but the delay had cost me precious daylight once I finally reached the Ghostlands.
Many apologies, my readers, for the lack of new posts. I promise I'm working on one, it's just taking longer than I expected. I'd planned on finishing it this weekend, but then my AC died and I was forced to flee my humble abode and the 100+ degree
I picked up a tail as I left the Sign of the White Mountain and they weren’t making even the slightest effort to hide the fact that they were following me, which was bad news. No one who is up to any good is that obvious about following someone. I