When they came to the northern village of skorn they made such an entrance that it was not to be ignored. It was full of all the pomp and circumstance of a changing of the guard. They brought horses and a parade, and swords and bows and everything Guldivine had been trying to warn Edwin about. The worshipers of Mardoc came to Skorn to spread their divine word by force if necessary it seemed.

Mele...

The sun was ever forboding on the island of Mardoc to Guldivine. The days were hotter than anything he had ever experienced back in the Kingdom of Darkwood. There was no shade, no releif from the constant heat. There wasnt even much of a breeze, or clouds in the sky. The days were much longer than he was used to as well. As Edwin had told him, this was a sign that harvest was approaching. When the...

"Hey."

"Hey mister."

"Hey."

Guldivine groaned and rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. To his surprise, there was a child right next to his face, staring at him.

"Are you awake, mister?"

"I am now." Guldivine groaned sorely, and tried to sit up in bed. Everything ached, from his feet to his head. He had been bandaged up nicely though he noticed, and cleaned with fresh drab clothes.

"W...

Bumps... Bumps... bumping of the head... Over and over in some rhythmic motion... the back of the head... not hard, but hard to keep the head straight...

Guldivine opened the slits of his eyes, feeling terrible from the night before. Bright light immediately flooded in and he closed them once more. He realized that he was not in any sort of bed... he was outside.

Tied to the back cart to be mor...

Guldivine found himself hung up on a sharp cluster of spired rocks out in the water. His makeshift raft had long since abandoned him, and as the night went into day, the storm continued onward, unweavering. He was weak and hungry and shivering cold. Off in the far distance he could see land, perhaps one of the Trade Islands he was sailing to. But the distance seemed to far to swim. "Not yet." He t...

High up on the northern cliffsides of the island of Mardoc, a middle aged man with a thick curly black beard sat upon a rock, packing his pipe while staring off to the southwest. The clouds over the endless oceans on the horizon were gathering and starting to flash and rumble during this peaceful sunset. The only other sounds besides the distant rumblings were that of crashing waves into the cliff...

You can be the sword,

And I will be your shield,

You can cast the judgement,

And I'll spare the ones who kneeled,

You can be the voice,

And I will be the resolve,

You can keep it pure,

And I will guide you to evolve,

You may make mistakes,

And I will have your back,

You wont know I'm here,

And I'll keep you on track,...

As I heard the cry of the last wolf, I knew it was over... Soon everything that we had built and destroyed would be less than nothing. Total Annihilation. No Escape.

There air was hot, a stiff breeze coming from the epicenter of the destruction. Funny how you can watch humanity come to an end from a distance before it reaches you and takes you with it. I knew it was my last few mortal breaths, a...

Alakazar was the biggest baddest dragon in all the lands. He terrorized all the local villages to the point where they paid him tributes in gold. All other dragons in the world paled in comparison... But Alakazar was just his stage name. His real name was Boris... and he was entering the most difficult part of his adult dragon life. . . Middle aged fatherhood.

One morning Boris was grunting and ...

The rhythm walked with us hand in hand,

The marching feet across guided land,

The rhythm consumed us one and all,

The knocking stick against dividing wall,

The rhythm it pushed us moon and light,

The construction machines on factory site,

The rhythm it made us who we are,

The revving engine of a future car,

The rhythm now we owe a debt,

The primal groove we did forget,

The rhythm is un...