Tag Archives: post-apocalyptic

Oryn’s Star

Posted on by
2

Oryn was a creature of hate. A thing that wasn’t able to be seen, a thing that didn’t really exist on any physical level, but it was still there. Still swirling around mortals, readying itself to strike, but never striking. It was waiting.

 

“Naro, we need you to start doing something around here. All you’ve done for the last three hours is pick at that cut on your palm.” Kwanati spoke like she was angry, but she was feeling sorry for Naro more than anything. After all, thought Kwanati, Naro did go head on with a Toran. The shambles of a town these people were standing in was appalling. All of the life from this once great villa was instantly stripped away, leaving saddened citizens and broken buildings. All of the life in the area had left, before the Clan of Ace came. The Clan of Ace is an age old organization that has helped deal with the damage Oryn’s supporters and creatures do to peaceful environments. Naro, and Kwanati, are some of the legions greatest warriors. 

An Excerpt: The Elven Expedition

Posted on by
1

“Lets go Jhag!” Saran whispered fiercely, flicking his head back to stare down the soot covered, shadowed hallway. The area around the fortress was almost ablaze with all of the massive fires exploding sparks, as if they were angry.

“Jhag, we have to go. He only heard the last few words of your sentence. There wasn’t anything giving him a key to the rune. He only heard, he didn’t speak. He doesn’t even know it has power.” Harken was looking out at the warriors as he said that, and he didn’t seem as if he wanted to leave. All of the roads down in the slums are broken and seared black, showing that a fierce battle had gone on.

“Duck!” Saran screamed out, as he launched himself at Jhag, pulling him to the ground. Harken had a sharp eye and was already huddled with us by the time we had hid. “The bird. It had those burning eyes. Like the people in the city.” Saran said. “I’d love to know whats going on with all of the people. They look like people, but they aren’t. They don’t talk, they don’t eat, they don’t sleep, they’re not of the god’s creations. They’re horrible. I’ve watched a particular group for the five weeks we’ve been here. Their only time being near each other is when they start that bizarre chanting, and after the six minutes of that the go back to their broken, seared homes.”