Recent content by Methuselah

There was a stench in the air. It lingered like the last breath of an unclaimed land. There was something vestigial that wanted desperately against the intrusion of unknown and untested Knights. It demanded a presence that held the magnitude of its mere reality and the lingered doubt that...

The group had their own reasons for coming on this mission, but they were united in purpose. That was the most important part of their troupe, and it would see them to whatever dark and terrible test awaited their end. Had he the pick of his Knights, he'd want no more than that unity...

"I'm worried the locals don't want us to find the swamps. Their directions weren't much help." His gaze was distant as he scanned the skyline near the houses. Humans could have a good sense of direction at times, but even the most detailed maps could be wrong. What Methuselah needed was...

When people thought of knights in shining armor, they thought of Syr Solon. It was a stark contrast to what Methuselah had to offer. The people watched from their porches, and they locked their doors when their eyes locked onto him. His armor, his hair and the horns all made for something that...

"Perhaps she had too much paperwork?" The jest didn't hold any charm, but he offered it as a warp to the somber subject. He tracked Karnie's flight through the air, and sometimes he wished he could take flight. To cast off the tethers of this earthly plane and live like a bird that drifted...

"Necromancer." The word was like a curse from his cracked lips. The air was hot and arid. He couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted water. It had to have been hours ago, but there had been no time to stop for luxuries; not when so much was at stake. The Emerald Death stood apart from the...

"Oh, you're talking about the swamps of endless torment?" The barkeep told him in a voice that was too matter of fact for the words he just uttered. Methuselah nodded his head in concern and possible disbelief as he repeated, "The swamps of endless torment?" "Yeah, the swamps of endless...

Before the Siege "Are they close?" A small voice was all he could hear. Some people had fled the city, some had taken up arms to fight the encroaching evil, but there were those too young or too old to risk the travel. These people had responded to the coming siege in many ways. Large groups...

"Perhaps we should just keep a sharp eye." He teased as they came up to what passed for the gates of Direwood. They palisades would be lucky to be called that, and the gates looked as though a stiff breeze might knock them over. There had been a lot of growth in the area, so defense probably...

There were things that he didn't want to remember. It was a long time ago, now. Its hard to feel positive about a world that thrust him into a life without family, or friends, or anyone to care about his well being, but in the end the Knights had been there for him, from the very beginning. He'd...

"He has grown a lot," He mused quietly as he gave Karnie a little scratch on the head. As Helena stretched out her hand, the bird took a curious hop towards it, "He might not be the biggest among the flock, but he has grown quite cunning and resourceful. Perhaps not so cunning as to help with...

Life was easiest in binary. Good and evil. Light and dark. Life and death. Methuselah stood at the summit of a tall hill and observed the hamlet that lay tucked into the base of a deep valley. There were undoubtedly larger cities and larger problems out there, but today this was his problem...

"Very well, Helena." With the dawn came the promise of new challenges. The crisp, cool air on the tongue and fresh dew awaiting the sun's warmth to rise again. There was never a better time than the present to make something of the day, and Methuselah had found his plate surprisingly clean...

It had been a long time since he'd been at this spot. There were times when he thought back to being a youth, of how unfair he'd thought the world was and the little moments that made it possible to believe in a brighter future. Karnie, the smallest crow that he fed perched not far from him on...