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Thoughts Who Haunt The NightWho are these thoughtsthat haunt me at night,using sickly sweet wordsto preach the nihilistic gospelof steel meeting flesh?Are they constructsmanufactured by the artificial moodsthat claimed many a lifeof the past masters?Or is it really metired of an existence mired in disappointmenta once bright star dimmednow nothing more than a celestial afterthought?
No Title: Chapter OnePhaerûn gazed out the window of his quarters, out at the dark horizon, the sun not even in the sky yet. All he could see was darkness in the distance, save the occasional star in the sky, torch in the town and large conglomeration of light that marked the Black 300 in the distance. The Black 300 were a large mercenary group-a virtual army-that had been called in to aid in the city against the large orc army that had literally fought its way to the gates of the castle itself.Phaerûn himself had come to his citys aid when the Orc hoards had come to siege Castle Blaze. He was no warrior, but he had other talents. Although he was not as powerful as Harmon, his superior, he did have some talent with magic. And, something was better than nothing. And, at worst, he was another body, another soldier, another conduit to cause damage to the Orc armies.Phaerûn had helped protect the castle proper. Castle Blaze was the name of the entire town, but there were three distinct s
Storm OverboardPain erupts across my chestFires started in desperationAs brine-ravaged lungsLong for the gentle caress of the Sylph's blessingDredging from the depths of my beingAn arm penetrating Poseidon's blanketFeels like a lifetimeAnd may fall upon deaf earsIn the storm, I am dependent on youTo pull me to safetyWill you take the effort to pull me aboard?Or will you set me free?