HydraTamer

“So, what do you think?” “I think they’re all idiots.” “Yes, but-” Asmodeus stopped and turned to Shiro. “Did you just say-“ “IDIOTS!” Shiro barked. “Why did we even let that last guy stay anyway? He was horrible!” “His skeletons were cute,” Anna commented quietly. The group was silent. After a minute, Asmodeus spoke up once more, “What about the rest of you? Personally, I think we’ve got some hot stuff here.” Ben rolled his eyes as his sister, Kaya, spoke, “We have quite the collection.” “Aye. And most o’

A bloodcurdling scream filled the hall, followed closely by the coughing and hacking of a white skinned humanoid. Blood dripped from the teeth that lined the thing’s jaw, and heavy breaths racked its bony chest. Rapiax’s hand wiped away the fresh blood, then covered his face in an effort to bring his wild thoughts and fears together into something understandable. There was a foul taste in his mouth, not of blood but something else entirely. He remembered Jerro. Jerro had- No, it wasn’t Jerro; it was something else. He shuddered involuntarily as the details of their battle surfaced. He had been killed. The hydra looked arou

~ Rescue ~ Xorron stirred. His pounding head felt like a thousand horses were stampeding across it. Even worse, he could not feel any connection to his dark magic but instead felt an oppressive wave of the lighter type. His surroundings were blurry, as were the conversations that were spread around the area. Behind him, he felt the rough bark of a tree, and bindings that cut into his wrists. Eyes slowly recovering, Xor looked up to see a young man standing above him, draped in the robes of the priesthood of the kingdom of Disehood. Tents surrounded a roaring fire that chased away the night. A few soldiers stood watch on the outskirts of the