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[jastius]

He arched his eyebrows as the arrow flew towards him triggering his shield spell. it bounced off his shield, but the the infuriated peasant was still running at him, knife out. His guards moved in and dragged the scum away still cursing and kicking out. He bade his guests to continue with the feast as he ascended to his rooms... there in chains was the silly man's betrothed, held in chains. Standing there so very lovely in the moonlight. "Well my dear, your Phillip did come to visit, as you stated. However you must forgive his non-appearance, as he has a prior appointment with my torturer. Such a pity for you." He went and filled himself a crystal goblet with a good burgundy. Carrying it over he inquired of her, waving the keys to the manacles in one hand, 'are you feeling more amenable to my offer now?' she cowers and nods and with a sneer he undoes the chains. As they drop she slowly turns to face him with a purr in her voice she assures him," oh, i only want to get close to you now my lord.." and his nerveless fingers drop the goblet with a crash to the floor as he faces a full wolf form she has changed to. The wine spreads unheeded over the floor shortly joined by a more viscous darker fluid overtaking it.. his blood.


The stars shifted red and the sun hid behind a pall of indigo cloud.

 

[Boneman]

The stars shifted red and the sun hid behind a pall of indigo cloud. It was just another day on Ghrestarl. We had a short time to get across the plain before the carrion emerged. But Karla wasn't going to make it unless I carried her and I hated her more than life itself. Which is probably what it would cost me, as soon as we hit the tree line. Dammit.


He gazed down at the bone protruding from his shin and wondered why it didn't hurt.

 

[jastius]

He gazed down at the bone protruding from his shin and wondered why it didn't hurt. Ignoring the charge of the Hun against their flank, he looked to his right to tell Freddy that the cannon had gotten him after all but Freddy was no longer there. The cannon had gotten to Freddy first. He reached down, hands shaking. He plucked the ichor glazed shard from his leg. The bone didn't hurt because it wasn't his. With a scream he thrust up his bayonet as they charged down the line.


The whisper woke him from his sound sleep, echoing in the empty house, "Seven riders from seven houses..."

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The whisper woke him from his sound sleep, echoing in the empty house, "Seven riders from seven houses..." Simon rose from his bed and crept down the stairs, moonlight painting the walls ghostly white. It was the seventh night in a row the strange words had roused him from his dreams, dreams full of fey creatures of light and shadow who sang to him in languages unknown. He reached the foot of the stairs and listened. Only the wind whispered to him. He was about climb back to bed, as he had every night for the past week, when he saw a pale light, silvery green, reflected in the hallway mirror. "It is time for you to join us." Simon reached out to touch the mirror and felt only emptiness.

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I forced my way through the mob and grabbed the man's arm.

 

[Boneman]

I forced my way through the mob and grabbed the man's arm. "You get-cursed fool," I hissed. "D'you want to get us all killed?" I dragged him back through the crowd, forcing our way clear, into the nearest building and slammed the door behind us. "You use the pichmall, and the whole city will be destroyed, nothing left."
"There will be something," he croaked. "But it won't be human."



I never saw her again, and I never stopped thinking of her.

 

[sinister42]

I never saw her again, and I never stopped thinking about her. Her sails, so majestic and billowing in the tropical wind, slipping over the horizon as I stood on the beach, alone. The mutiny had been swift and inevitable, the betrayal from my first mate complete and meticulously planned. I was left with my clothes, a small knife, and my life. The latter item would not long remain if I didn't start working on food and shelter.


Before the chickens came, I didn't know who I was.

 

[J Riff]

Before the chickens came, I didn't know who I was. They popped through the hatch one sunny day and started haranguing me, egging me on, urging to me to commit unnatural acts against the planet Earth, and who could resist giant purple space chickens with eyes like hellfire, anyway? I couldn't, they had mind-control rayguns, so if you are reading this, wrap- up your head with tinfoil before they get there and head down into the sewers. Good luck.

And there, silhoueted by lightning bolts above the craggy scarp he called home - stood the Dragon Tamer.

 

[jastius]

And there, silhouetted by lightning bolts above the craggy scarp he called home - stood the Dragon Tamer. It was the largest attack ship of its kind. It could chew through titanium shielded vibratium chrome di-crete like a lazer through cheese curds. Two opposing sonic cannon upon a rank of lazer guns and full missile array. He let the plast-film edict from the terrorists holding the 1.6 billion citizens of the city of new new york hostage fly off into the rising storm as he hit the all hands muster. "No sir, Mr. President. I think your executive order can be accomplished without further mobilization." In exactly ten minutes after scramble they were suborbital and locked on track of every voice pattern cyber trace, genome residual of the group calling itself the gate of heaven. and thirty seconds later all the group members were in stasis bubbles two miles up in the atmosphere, left for the fighter jets to scoop up and remand to civilian authorities... Now for the fun part. They pulled the three nuke payloads up right into lunar orbit, then detonated leaving a mega fireworks show for the night-side of earth. By the rocket's red flare his team celebrated their victory together with a jubilant city. His tech's giggled as the magnetic relay they set up caused the explosions to flow into the call sign of their ship, a red dragon on the moon. Now that was a real calling card.

The twisted wood of the casket flowed into smooth black ebony at his touch and with a click opened.

 

[Sunseal]

The twisted wood of the casket flowed into a smooth black ebony at his touch and with a click opened. The air grew thick around him and he bit his lower lip as a sweet drone crept out from the entrance of the opened box. It was a noise that both terrified and intoxicated Sheppe as it wrapped a bony claw around his heart and sang to his most intimate thoughts. His eyes widened. His body trembled under the thick cloak wrapped around his shoulders. "... The Syren's song..."
His Father had spent his entire childhood forbidding him to step foot in the same room as this cursed box. Questions had never been allowed. The rules must always be obeyed. If Sheppe had known that the casket held within its gnarly wooden exterior the wrath of the Syren Sisters he would have run a thousand miles in the other direction. "Holy damn." His voice was cracked and pained. He tried to close the box but it would not shut. Closing his eyes, Sheppe sighed and grimaced. "Here we go."

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As the wind blew the hair from my eyes, I saw his form down below. He was running for his life, his body covered in nasty looking cuts and bruises.

 

[jastius]

As the wind blew the hair from my eyes, I saw his form down below. He was running for his life, his body covered in nasty looking cuts and bruises.i heard the roaring noise of that mindless herd chasing him to his death in the deserted concrete canyons of the once great city. from the roof of the building i could see that the mob was perhaps two minutes behind him.. it would be tight.. i whistled from the narrow alley way and he looked up against the sun's glare as i sent the fire escape ratcheting down to him. As he scrambled up i winched up the ground ladder out of reach of his pursuers. the shadows of the alleyway hid him from their eyes but they were far past relying on sight.The wirey muzzled figure leading the pack scented the air and his voice belled in its 'prey found' call. the height of the building wouldn't save us for long. with human hands and werewolf agility they would be up here at us both unless we kept moving. i swung around the fire escape ladder to the roof of the next building, and hauled him with me, half carrying him over my shoulder. "We want to lose those overgrown puppies now, first thing we do, pal is get you washed; I'm no wolf and i smelt you from the roof.." I told him. he was tired enough to drop, but still grinned.



I felt the hands cutting my purse strings from my belt and had my sword out and to the thief's throat in less then a heartbeat.

 

[Jasc]

I felt the hands cutting my purse strings from my belt and had my sword out and to the thief's throat in less then a heartbeat. The scallion froze in mid-snatch, his thieving hands holding my purse at my side though the strings were severed.

"You n-n-nearly d-dropped this, master," he whimpered, eyes locked to dark night streets.

"Do you know who I am?" I demanded of the wretch.

"A traveling gentleman, sir?"

I smiled. My disguise was a success; the fool even now did not recognize me. The smile halted. He did not recognize me.

"Damn you," I snarled, striking him with the flat of my sword. "Do you not recognize your Lord the Prince of Mercia?" I dealt him another blow.

The footpad shrieked and curled into a fetal position. The contents of my purse were spilled on the dirt lane, but that was no matter. The fool as sobbing now, begging for mercy.

"You want me to spare you, don't you?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Do you promise to be a good and law-abiding citizen from now until the day you die?"

"Yes! Yes, Lord, I do!" The relief in his voice was palpable. I chuckled.

"A pity."

The thief, confused, looked up to see my blade held aloft. "But-"

I swung my sword with all my power. The blade bit through his skin and flesh, transforming his plea into a wheezing cough. It took two more hacks before the head was severed completely. I stooped to pick up my purse, emptying it of what coins remained. Into the sack -- which on close inspection was quite large for a purse -- I placed the head of the thief, my prize of the night. Laughing, I wiped my sword on his tunic and went on my merry way.

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As she watched the ship slip beneath the waves, her heart sunk.

 

[Boneman]

As she watched the ship slip beneath the waves, her heart sunk. She was sure she'd master her brother's radio-controlled battleship. How hard could it be? But she didn't understand that broadside on to the waves would roll it over, and flood everything. Stupid ship. She threw the control into the sea and walked home. Denial would be the best defence.


I couldn't hear the shimmering light, but I saw it.

 

[jastius]

I couldn't hear the shimmering light, but I saw it. which was odd because i, as were all the left behinds when the great ships left, was completely blind. They had gene modified us to be able to hear objects as the sighted would see them but as i slipped my ocular-sonoscope off, i saw the lights. it was a ship. but not one of our ships, gone these ten years. they had come back. The original masters of this planet. The ones that had the great ships fleeing in terror from. They had left us because we couldn't see, we wouldn't be affected by the aliens. But that was simply a minor inconvenience for the ancienct terror mongers of the universe. We couldn't become their minions because we couldn't see... so they gave us eyes. "Welcome Masters!" we cried in unison.



The bole of wood upon the tree trunk unwound and the tree sprite flew right at me.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The bole of wood upon the tree trunk unwound and the tree sprite flew right at me. I stepped back, stumbled over a root, and fell prone before her. "I didn't know werelings were so clumsy," she said. She fluttered over my head, her translucent jade wings buzzing like an angry bumblebee. "And you don't even remember me, do you?"

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Jake Barlowe jumped on his palamino and galloped out of Harkersville.

 

[A. Fare Wells]

Jake Barlowe jumped on his palamino and galloped out of Harkersville. Lightning was a fast horse. Barlowe had won her in a poker game from Slim Fosroy during one of his unusually luckier days. A bag of gold coins rattled at Lightning's side — the former property of the Bank of West Texas. The loot should be enough to get him through a year or two if he could find the right buyer. A car swerved to the right to miss Lightning as she bolted by. The woman at the wheel's mouth was agape in shock as her six-year-old spoke. "Mom, was that a horse?"

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It is cold and barren here, and he cannot fight them.

 

[J Riff]

It is cold and barren here, and he cannot fight them. They are too many, and he is too futile. They are too fast and hideous and he is too fastidious... and so he must flee, before they hound him into the even colder and more barren subterranean tunnels, tunnels which all lead back to one place only - the cold barreness of wherever this is or was. None of it made any sense, and he thought about changing his mind, if he could but remember what it was he had decided on, but, suddenly, it didn't matter as the attack came and he found out that he could indeed fight them, but that, as he had suspected since the beginning of the paragraph, he was going to get clobbered. The last thing he heard was sound FX similar to those he'd heard as a child, on Batman, starring Adam West. K-ThWOk! Z-LOnK!

Blaise traipsed down the stairs, blissfully unaware of the ghastly scene unfolding in the kitchen.

 

[Boneman]

Blaise traipsed down the stairs, blissfully unaware of the ghastly scene unfolding in the kitchen. Someone had used wholemeal flour to make a white sauce for the clams! And the white wine remain unchilled. She pushed her way through the guests and took out the meat cleaver from the drawer. She'd teach them a lesson about dinner parties they'd never forget.



The coin was silver, and badly tarnished.

 

[jastius]

The coin was silver, and badly tarnished. it was thick though, so when it fell at her feet she didn't dispute its worth, though it was undoubtedly from a forgotten pirate hoard dug up in the sea caves along the coast. she stooped over and picked up the coin, tucking it into her bodice just as she tucked her hand into the arm of the hooded man and brought him to her crèche among the ones of the other whores for their dealings. she whispered her usual offerings in his ear for him to decide upon for his pleasure as her hands found the ties of his cloak. he stiffened slightly as her fingers found the wet stickiness of dried blood and cut cloth. assassin was all she had time to think when his stillness, that of a snake ready to strike warned her, setting off her long submerged instinctive response .. . so the bared steel of his sword that delivered the threat his fanatics glare promised, met with a roundhouse kick sending him on his back even as his steel sliced for her throat. the staff by the door slammed his sword from his hand and garroted his throat, and she demanded answers. Which courier had he killed to disguise himself and who was it that attacked her, mocking her with her own coin?


With the breaking sword the land was swept under the rule of dark for over three hundred years.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

With the breaking sword the land was swept under the rule of dark for over three hundred years. It was a time of madness and decay. Towers that had stood proudly for generations crumbled into rubble. Crops failed, and starvation reigned like a silent emperor. The first faint glimmer of hope appeared in the form of an infant born blind, with eyes the color of fresh milk.

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The shop was warm, brightly lit, and full of the scent of exotic spices.

 

[A. Fare Wells]

The shop was warm, brightly lit, and full of the scent of exotic spices. A music box was featured prominently in one corner. But this was no ordinary spectacle. No. This music box was special. It had a lure of seduction, an air of forgiveness and the menace of impending doom. For seven generations it had sat there waiting. Waiting for her. And then she walked in the door.

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The old tavern had closed for the night, and the bartender had just finished washing the last glass and placed it on the shelf when the door, which was locked, squeaked open and the stranger walked in.