Here he comes, oiling up out of the shadows. Window-pane grids of dying sunlight throw darkness in the corners, giving him fuel until the strength of night allows him to fully awaken ( Read more... )

Halrack the light-user commanded me to put out my torch ( Read more... )

For reasons I can’t get into here let’s just agree that I can’t tell you my name. I am an echo of a shadow of a memory of a thought. I barely possess the strength to witness what goes on around me, let alone affect the world. I am here to be ignored. I am the other end of the spectrum. I guess I’d be an ultra-man or an infra-person; invisible ( Read more... )