Recent content by Merek Lothar

"Put me down!' Merek spat through his drool- strewn teeth. He thrashed, struggling against the hue as it dragged him away, as he felt the halo of psychic praise dim. It was then that he decided he hated being here, once this was over, he would take his prize, and decency be damned if they got in...

Merek lurched back as the creature's massive weight thrashed around like a bloated, solid shadow of dripping flesh. He cocked his head in fascination as he saw the skin of the daemon drip thick, wet, unorganic goop onto the harsh, frost- blasted stone. In an instant he crossed the distance...

Merek stood in silent awe at the creature...it practically burned in an aura of souls, a cloud of terrified, shrieking spectres. He reached out to one of them with the untrained, erratic tendrils of his innate telepathy, and found only paralyzed fear in their whimpers. Disgusted, he cast them...

Merek turned to face Caelia, his face shriveled into a look of disgust at the inhuman, organic creature he saw standing in front of him, daring to question his choice. 'Merek,' he snapped, 'Merek Lothar...' he took a step towards the Mycolyp, circling her. 'You do not possess the talent, you...

Merek bared his teeth in a crude, venomous smile that reeked of malice, 'Because the dead have told me tales of this place, and they speak of a prize...' Merek sheathed his blade and surveyed the watching newcomers as they circled the two like the vultures that still seethed in the air of the...

The beast's breathed hiked sharply as its body dissipated into the ether, leaving Merek clutching a fistful of its charring flesh, which he let scatter to the rapidly growing winds that howled through the tight alleyways. He was fascinated by the creature, and carefully pocketed a crumbling...

Merek heard the hushed, hoarse voice of someone else and curled his lip in a snarl of irritation. The daemon was huge, with scimitar-like claws and a thick spine of obsidian shards pierced into the smoky flesh of its back. It roared and crushed a desiccated corpse under the bulk of its weight...

Something was wrong, the death- images did not disappear, instead they haloed the town and hung around every corner, mouthing things Merek couldn't read. He began to understand what the ghost children in his dreams had feared about this place, someone, or something was here that shouldn't be. It...

Merek carefully balanced himself on the tenuous rope bridges as he worked his way further up the great chasms and mountains. It was undeniably beautiful, great vistas of onyx and rock bathed in the twilight of a sky broken by rays of hazy light. This place was ancient, every gust of tender air...