"Josh, on your right!" Eric's warning buzzed out of my headphones as we raced down the dark alleyway. With a much-practiced twitch of my fingers on my gamepad, my on-screen character leaped to one side. Narrowly avoiding the blast of machine-gun fire from chasing Nazi soldiers. "I got em," I called out to my college dormmate as I sent my controlled soldi...
"Where were you born?" Kelsea asked Roland, out of the blue. He glanced up from his morning breakfast: a crumbled bit of stale barley bread. The Succubus stared expectantly at him across the smouldering remains of the fire, dressed and already ready for travel. She seemed surprisingly sprightly considering all that had happened the day before. He kept chewin...
"Hey. Wake up." The voice was an annoying buzz on the very periphery of Roland's cognizance. He ignored it, hearing nothing but the vague mumblings of a half-congruous fantasy in the murky darkness of his psyche. He felt so tired. His body was an aching contradiction. "Roland." The voice said, a crusty grate that scratched against his senses as he dreamt of...
The Warrior stood, a grey shadow in the midst of dark edifices. His hand clenched about the vulgar blade he bore unfettered from his scabbard, a glittering shine dancing across its slitted contours. The thing moved with a micron's wobble, as though the deadly tip were balanced on a string by an unseen pendulum swinging high above the overcast fog. He turned,...
Roland's eyes trailed across the length of the large tavern, watching the multitude of different peasants, merchants, knaves and drunkards sitting across, between and around each other as they all partook in one of the most ancient traditions of civilization: inebriation. There was little room, with the only real seats of substance at stools upon the bar its...
Roland held onto Kelsea's purplish hips tightly as he drove into her, their bareback dalliance eliciting screams from the lusty Succubus as he took her doggy style. The red-maned mercenary growled as he ploughed into her, leaning his hips back at the same time she drew forward, before brutally shoving himself forward, plunging the entirety of his length into...
Her fear was palpable, her panic near-animalistic. Kelsea clung to Roland's arm with a drowning man's grip, her palpitating breath and wide eyes speaking to the unqualified dread that the hooded figure standing amongst the crowd of ecstatic parishioners instilled in her. He's here! She cried in his head. He's here! Oh merciful Gods, keep me safe! Maybe the...
Roland couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned on his bedroll, his mind alight with the sounds of croaking frogs and dark-feathered night birds swooping overhead into the forest braying their haunting cries. The red-maned mercenary hadn't slept soundly in days, his trek through the woods north of Rendhold taking far more out of him than he had thought it warran...
They went up, ever further into the mountain range as the meandering trail began to narrow and the higher altitudes contrived to make it a colder experience. Roland was glad he had brought a thick enough cloak to throw about his person that he didn't notice it much. When he offered a spare to Kelsea, she merely shook her head, "Succubi don't need to stay war...
In my suddenly darkened bedroom, Kelsea nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Neat trick," just as I had started kissing along the nape of her neck. But it was not of my doing. And soon I heard a cry of alarm and then faint thud from down the hallway. Zoey's voice rose up, laced with a bit of pain - "Hey! What happened to zee lights!?" I broke enough away from Ke...