DarthShepard

Story by: Knights Featuring Maren & Lynn, OCs owned by BazookaDre Fog rolled across the muddy ground, a wave of white cascading across the moors, following the sun’s slow rise. It was a thick, heavy mist; the damp earth gave it an almost cloying feel, as if it tugged and grasped at those unfortunate enough to wade through it. It meant visibility was almost zero, and more than once a mossy branch burst from the mist just in time to hit their heads. Maren felt silly waving the machete about in front of her, but Lynn insisted it was necessary, especially emphatic after the last branch had given her a stinging red welt on her brow. Th

By DarthShepard/Knights March 13th, 881. Tern. Sparks flew, brilliant red fireflies floating to extinction in the cold night air, as Kelias sharpened his sword. There was a meditation in that- the rhythmic, regular motion of his foot on the pump, the faint rattle the grinding stone emitted, and the long whine the sword squealed out as metal met rock. He looked up- the jewels of Kalastos twinkled invitingly, their soft ice glow making the trees shine with opalescent light, an ethereal outline to the corporeal. His fire, meanwhile, threw out a warm, possessive glow, an island of life amidst the alien land of dead beauty. "How long are you goi