Azmoham

“Worst.Day.Ever!” Lavinia screamed as she dashed down the dingy hall, Jacques in tow. Jacques could not reply, simply trying to keep pace with his sister. They rounded a corner and saw the door at the end of the hall, but the spiders were gaining rapidly, one of them nearly the size of a cow was leading the pack.  Rather abruptly Jacques topped, spun on his heel and began to charge a spell. “So not the time Jacques!” Lavinia called, watching with anxiety as the herd of monsters came ever nearer. Jacques ignored her, focusing as much magicka as he muster into this one blast, the air practically throbbing with arcane f

Natalie gasped at the startling array of tools lying on the table before her. Knives and scalpels of all descriptions, tweezers and hand drills, Vials and flasks and beakers. Bunsen burners and syringes. There were tools for things she wasn’t even aware off. And bordering the menagerie of medical equipment was a pile of books. “Are these really all her's?” Natalie asked, reaching across the table and plucking a smaller tomb off a pile and thumbing through it. It was filled with neat hand written scrawl with dozens of samples and sketches. “Every single one, and she gave them all to me.” Jacques replied with ob

Jacques’ breathing was labored as he limped through the blood spattered corridors of the college. Gore covered the walls, ceiling and floor. Windows were shattered and masonry was ripped from the building only to be lodged in other parts, or in some unfortunate soul who crossed the mad mage’s path. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, things just got out of hand so quickly. One moment he was demonstrating his skill to the school , then they started screaming and jeering, then everything faded into red. He recovered himself to find a room full of dismembered corpses. From there it was a mad dash through the halls of the school

Solomon stared slack jawed at Jacques, pointing at the book the other man held with a trembling finger. “I-Is that the Necronomicon?!” he squeaked. Jacques looked up from the book, arching an eyebrow. “Yes, why?” Solomon’s eye twitched and he took a step back “Wh-where, why? What?” Jacques rolled his eyes and returned to his reading. “I wanted to do some light reading before bed, surely that can’t be an issue.’ The highwayman gaped uselessly for a minute before abruptly straightened up, shook himself and turned quickly on one heel. “I’m gonna sleep outside tonight I think

Day 1- Bastards! Faithless swine! They don’t see it! They refuse! I was right! I am right! They’ll see it, they’ll realize it tonight and come back for me...they have to. Day 2- They didn’t come, no one came...they were serious. They blame me, they blame me?! We’re here to purge this hellish place of the heathens and they abandon me for doing just that?! Well fine, I don't need them, I can get home, get back, show them they were wrong. Force them to see it. Day 3- I’ve started moving what I think is east, towards the sunrise, away from the betrayers. It’s so hot, and this damn sand makes it so hard

Is this correct? Can it possibly be? Wholesale slaughter of the innocents? IS that what the light would truly want his name to be synonymous with? The death of women, children, the infirm and the elderly? How can this be a path to heaven, any heaven...back home if I kill a man I am punished, jailed and maybe hung. Here I am promised salvation, told that I do the ‘lord’s work’...what kind of salvation is this, what kind of lord wants this? ...What kind of person am I that I do it all regardless?

“I’m not doubting your skill Ms.Mienier, I’m doubting the fortitude of your character.” The Dean replied harshly, steepling his fingers in front of him on the grand oak desk. “You have more than enough skill, you have more then enough power, what you lack is control.” Natalie squirmed in her seat, “I have plenty of control.” she mumbled, looking away from the dean and down to the floor. The dean arched one thick eyebrow “Apparently not, based on how this is the third student you’ve injured this month alone!” he he slammed one meaty paw on the desk for emphasis. Natalie flinc

Day...1...7... Why Daddy why?! YOU LEFT ME! Why?! Did this to me! I can't make it stop! They're too deep! I can't burn it away, can't scrub it away! WHY?!!!? I have want my skin back! Give it back! (Rest of page covered in blood and ink.) Day 18. I didn't wake up in my bed today, I was in the kitchen surrounded by knives. There were more cuts on my arms and most of my bandages had been torn off. I'm scared. I don't know how long I can keep trying, keep going at all. The nightmares have gotten worse, I only sleep due to exhaustion, and even then only fitfully...It's starting to take its toll on my mind, even now I can hear him whispering, se

Jim yelled something but the words failed to fully penetrate Natalie’s still hazy mind, the ax came forward again and buried itself in the succubus’ sternum, she howled in pain and Natalie watched as the demon’s features shifted and twisted to something more horrifying. It spun around and clawed the air where Jim had been standing just a second ago, he ducked to the side and sent the ax into the monster’s ankle, causing it to fall to the ground screaming in pain. Natalie whimpered and tried weakly to summon some bit of magic to stop the onslaught but to no effect. Jim offered no quarter to the creature and immediately

Jim swerved to the side of the road, slowing to a crawl beside the woman trudging along the side of the road, offering the woman a ride out of the charity of his heart...and because she was rather cute. Natalie gave the man in the truck a skeptical look, stopping to examine his smarmy grin and the rough beard, then shrugged and pulled open the door and getting into the truck. Jim mentally patted himself on the back and revved up the truck, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. For almost a mile neither said anything, just watching the road pass steadily by until Jim felt that any more awkward silence might cause him to swerve into t