OLAD :Future: Winter InterludeOLAD :Future: Winter Interlude by SunGryphon
The sounds of battle raged behind the young girl as she was carried by her mother away from the house. The long silver strands of her mother's hair tickled her nose, and she looked around for her father. "Where's Daddy? Where's Daddy?" Suddenly her mother tripped over an exposed root and fell heavily to the ground, spilling the toddler from her grasp.
"Kilauea!" Her mother screamed, trying to get back to her feet, but it was useless. An elf with skin as dark as she and her mother's had already stepped out from the trees towards the fallen woman, sword raised.
"Run, Kilauea!" The girl struggled to her feet, but simply stood there, scared and confused.
"Where's Daddy?" she asked again, just as a man dressed in a robe stepped in front of her.
"I can be your daddy now, you disgusting, half-breed whelp," he grinned, his white teeth contrasting sharply with his blue-black skin.
"Nooooo! Run, Kilauea! Kilau-"
Kilauea opened her eyes, the nightmare shattering into forgotten p
EQ: OLAD: Death of a LegendKilauea, mounted on her nightmare, stood outside the dark cave entrance to Neriak. She eyed the dragoons in distaste, who in return eyed her warily. The sword she carried slung over her back glowed with a pulsating purple light. Neither guard wanted to test her skill with it.EQ: OLAD: Death of a Legend by SunGryphon
Sighing resignedly, she dismounted in a jingle of chain and a creak of leather. Her aged, battle-worn armor seemed as tired as she was. She dismissed the nightmare, who took a few hungry steps towards the guards before a sharp word from Kilauea caused it to flinch, and vanish in a small explosion of flame and acrid smoke. Kilauea walked through the cloud, past the guards, and down the dark tunnel of her former home. Behind her, both guards peeked around the sides of the mouth of the cave, heaving identical sighs of relief as she passed from their view.
It had been years since Kilauea had laid eyes on the glowing eldritch runes of Neriak. Nodding grimly, she strode through the deserted quarter and further in, to th
Red Scare"Thirty minutes late to work! Man I hate morning traffic."Red Scare by cwhiteblade
My friend Ron stared over his dashboard, his eyes holding utter contempt for the world in front of him. Vehicles of every model, hue, and condition clogged the road, and for every curse Ron ushered down upon them, he cast five more on the free-moving traffic headed in the opposite direction. "Dale's going to have our heads for this," he said. "You know how he gets about his employees being late."
I delicately sipped my coffee, expecting the car to lurch forward at any moment. "I keep telling you that we need to leave earlier. I swear, if we'd just leave at 7:30, we'd be fine."
"And I keep telling you, Sean, that six is way too early to get up, for any reason!"
"Even if that reason is keeping your new six-digit job?"
He didn't say anything after that, at least, not until the car behind him decided to express its impatience. R