Pain

Posted April 4

Pain.   First, a dull, throbbing pain in the back of his head.   Then a sharp pain in his arm.   He twisted his face, wincing as the dagger sliced through his weakened flesh.   He tried to pull his arms to guard his face, only to find that he was shackled to the wall. &n...

The Excorsism

Posted March 23

Roy "Bobaloo" Heming was strapped down to a table.   He was in the catacombs of the Cathedral.  An old, withered priest stood above him.   "Are you ready?  Once we begin, we can't go back.  You know what will happen."   He nodded.  He gritted his teeth, clenc...

Scars

Posted March 21

Tapping his lip, he put his quill to the old, battered journal. Last evening, I met with Cim for our evening treatment.  After the usual process of cleaning my burn marks, we drew each other close.  She told me of her past.  It pained me deeply that such a thing could happen t...

Returning Home

Posted March 2

Bobaloo ran through the open plains, dragging his greatsword in the dirt.  His bag, hastily thrown over his good shoulder, was full of his heavy plates.  His left shoulder still rose awkwardly, about halfway up the length of his neck.  A nice new set of burn marks spread around his ne...

Prisoner of War

Posted March 1

The light was painful to him.   He had been locked in the small cell for Light knows how long.  Blood had dried on his face, caking his hair.  Long gashes crossed his light frame.  As he tried to push himself, something felt wrong.  So he looked to his left.   His l...