August 23, 2012 - First Ward, Praetorian Earth

There was a storm coming.

This observation could be considered true of a figurative storm, perhaps, but that was far away and not of consequence to the woman waiting to run. She was more worried about the very real, literal, meteorological storm bearing down on her home. It was no simple storm either: ( Read more... )

Sunday to ???: Unknown

The pathway out of the realms of the dead is never an easy one. The obstacles typify the painful struggle and gradual process of birth, which in many senses it is. To some, the journey of the dead from the afterlife into the world of breath of blood is transformative, it is what cleanses the soul sufficiently to assume a new ( Read more... )

Saturday/Sunday - The Hall of Hephaestus

The meal the smith-lord offered was simple fare, no opulent feast laid out in a grand banquet hall. No succulent and exotic delicacies fit for kings and dignitaries, but the meal promised to be warm and would bring strength back to Jaime’s exhausted body. Hephaestus took Synge to a homely room, faded murals ( Read more... )

I had sort of forgotten how much I liked writing. I'd really gotten out of the habit of even trying. There's really nothing in the last few story that I'd even consider as being spec worthy, and I have to consider fiction drawn from RP sources to be rather tainted. It's just not something that you can really put out there in any serious sense. For ( Read more... )

Friday/Saturday - Unknown

The lamed God of the Forge shuffled over to where Synge lay, his head lying in a bare spot of stone next to three different bony corpses and their fallen accoutrements of battle. Hephaestus nudged away a few of the bodies with his bad foot, and took several deep breaths through his nose.

"Did I drop my tongs?" he asked.

Synge ( Read more... )

Friday - Unknown

Unlike the borders of the Underworld, which still hung on to topographical vestiges of the outside world, the true gates of Hades' realm was somewhat closer to the conventional model. Darkening caves and rock walls, dripping stalactites and desolate grottoes. As Kam withdrew back to whatever realm he had arrived from, Synge scanned ( Read more... )

Follow: 12 million light-years distant from our average sun. A small green world marred with a hazy, foul black and brown sky. There: at the center of the largest jigsaw continent. A mountain whose summit is so sharply flattened it appears as if a god struck the top with a sword. Within: beyond the alien-scraped slate arches and iron trestles ( Read more... )

Thursday/Friday - The Stygian River

Synge woke up on his back in a pool of water only deep enough to lap at his ears. His eyes cracked open, admitting a weak, diffuse light above and around him. It was still too much for him and Synge rolled over onto his side, shielding his face from both the sudden, weak, brightness and the pain in his skull. The ( Read more... )

Part Three: Thursday - Ionian Islands, Hellenic Republic

The boat ride was quiet and unremarkable. Synge smoked consistently, passing cigarettes to the Pilot. The pilot admitted that he would rather have been paid in Jaime's expensive American cigarettes than the cash he was provided, but appreciated the charity regardless. Once out to sea, the ( Read more... )

((Translations from babelfish; particular apologies to sovay on the 1/205012 chance she sees this))

Part Two: Wednesday/Thursday - Outside Corfu, the Hellenic Republic

There are a great many things that Jaime Synge does not particularly care for. Somewhere in that list (by his own ranking, somewhere in the teens) lies "bumbling around in the dark in the ( Read more... )