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... )

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... )

Amazing how stories have the potential to get better when you take a lunch break to edit and read over them.

yeah.....might have something up later today. more coxfic, don't get anxious.

-12th

Well I'm back to work at this point, so that means I won't have four or five hours a day to compose stories, even if they are stupid gamefic stories.  I will be continuing these, but likely at a much slower pace. I hope to get at least the Synge one (which really should have been called "Back to Katabasics" or some other such pun) done over the ( 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... )