Recent content by Charlemagne

(Phone post as I’m on vacation. Enjoy the ugly) The little worm was growing more annoying by the second. Amleth’s head tilted back in reverence as she made her move: paying the girl little heed as it attempted to commune with its god. So far as it saw things, a creature so small could pose it...

The scent of burning flesh followed him long after they’d absconded from the mass of e flames bodies. It was an uncomfortable thing, dizzying his thoughts and making him scrunch his nose up in disgust. Still, it was better that they died in so gruesome a way than the alternative. A death at...

There was an uncomfortable uncertainty revolving around the idea that these ‘gods’ were watching him as keenly as they were her. He wasn’t particularly interested in giving any kind of credence to the supernatural, even as it danced about in front of him, daring him to deny its existence. His...

(Phone post, ignore ugly) The mercenary’s mouth fell agape as the beast launched itself into the air with the ease of a bird taking flight. His head craned back as he watched it soar, brow furrowing with incredulity when it reached its apex. It fell as quickly as it flew, crashing back down...

Seemed no matter what he did or where he went, magic was keen on having a presence in his life. Such things were anathema to him during his time stop the mountain peaks. Here in the west, it was evidently as common as the grass that grew around them. He continued his work with the grindstone as...

Phallendarr moved in with him and for that he was grateful. Charlemagne had never been the type to sit back and observe. His time in the Spine had taught him well that hesitation, much like apathy, was death. That strategy worked well against mortals. Most men fought similarly if they weren't...

A truly fantastic question that Charlemagne was struggling to find an answer to. They were nearing the trees now, but the riders, while far now, would only take a few moments to seize upon them. He'd dealt with enough trouble with that last one, several of them would be certain death. His gaze...

No breaks indeed. Charlemagne's eyes narrowed as the beast strutted out into full view. It was a truly disgusting creature, some form of abomination that seemed to fit the bayou all too well. It lacked the animalistic characteristics of the monstrosities Charlemagne had come across in his...

His ribs were on fire once again. The pain was an all too familiar one as it had never truly left him. With the passing of months, the pain of breathing had dulled to a manageable ache. Getting hurled into the dirt had more than irritated the old wound, and he found himself hoping that the bone...

Any kind of relationship beyond apathy between himself and any 'gods' was anathema to Charlemagne. Most folk spoke of them far too reverently for any concept of equality to be realistic. This one, Kallach he called himself, offered something of a mercantile viewpoint. That made more sense to the...

Everything was most certainly not fine. Charlemagne had grown up around his mother, and while she'd never been one to dote on him, she'd certainly taught him well enough about the mannerisms of women. Wasn't wise to press an obvious issue unless it was offered first. He raised his hands in mock...

Dunno you man, fairly new here, but best of luck in your endeavors. We all have to take breaks when life gets real from time to time.

Charlemagne's mind was that of a beast's. He clawed and howled in his rage, caught within the storm of his own emotions; a storm that would have swallowed up these damned mountains and smother the natural gale that had forced them into this horrid place. His shouts were unintelligible savage...

This talk of magic and ley lines was beginning to ease some of the fuzzyness of Charlemagne's thoughts. Focus slowly returned with each breath, and comprehension of his current situation returned in turn. He took in their conversation intently, the dull throb in his reparied hand easily...

It felt as if eons passed as he fell. His body dropped like a stone, fingers wrapped tight around the pommel of his greatsword as if the weapon might somehow save him now. Pain like hot embers fired through his chest with each panicked breath. His mind wandered between solutions to his current...