The Demon Lords were gathered at a large table with a big, red crystal ball in the centre. Hell had been interested in establishing a bigger foothold into the mortal realm. To feed its many denizens and expand its power, demonkind would need to rely less on rituals, blood moons and falling stars to enter the realm of mortals. They needed a place that could h...
The monk arrived at the monastery just before dusk, as the chill mountain winds began to awake. Freed from the setting sun's embrace, their fingers poked and prodded at the layers of wool that covered humanity's frailty. A cold place. A dangerous place for the unprepared. Or the unwilling. For the monk, though, it was home. Frost had accumulated on his beard...
Martin sat in his monk’s cell. They called the rooms where the monks slept “cells” like a prison, but they weren’t so bad. A plank bed with a straw-stuffed bag stood in one corner. He had a wooden desk with some books. The cell was tall, with a vaulted stone ceiling, and a tall window allowed sunlight in through the glass. The worshippers of Sol were frequen...
Chapter 8 Sun watched as the sun set behind the rocky promontories of the Himalayas eastern slopes. When possible he always made the time to capture these moments, those moments of transition, where neither light nor dark held sway, the gap's that were the fulcrum of the balance between both. Closing his eyes he concentrated on the gap, on the power and em...
When I was only a small baby I was left abandoned on the steps of this monastery. The Elders found me there and, taking pity on me, they decided to raise me even though the usual rules forbid anyone under twenty being allowed within this holy building's walls. Out of my gratitude to their kindness I have always been a diligent pupil, working hard at my studi...
Liv walked down the cracked side walk. She pulled her black, woolen waistcoat around her against the early spring chill. Above her, street lights started to come on and they floated ahead of her like ghostly orbs in the fog. She kept her head down, turned up the collar on her coat, and made her way down the street through crowds of people who were making the...
In spring of 1298 AD, the Abbey of Saint Gall rose to power of the village St.Gallen. The monastery with its church, dorm, and library rested at the head of the valley. A lovely stream passed the monastery on its way to the village of little houses. The houses were in all different shapes and periods facing every which way the builder had deemed best at the...
Daniel watched as the woman passed by him without even noticing he was there. It happened almost every day of his life. People simply walked by him. Most of the time they didn't see him, or they pretended not to. It was the life of a priest or a priest in training like himself. He had grown up in a quiet monastery that sat atop a Himalayan hill overlooking t...
I was going to die. Freeze to death out here in this forest that I couldn't for the life of me recall ever being here. Sure, I was wearing a winter coat, but that was the extent of my protection against the dying blizzard, along with my too-thin gloves and hoodie jacket. My shoes and socks were completely soaked, neither made for breaking through three-foot...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main...