Alan runs forward and digs into his front pocket, extricating a silver cylinder. He pushes a button at one end and tosses it over the gate. It bounces off of the head of one of the abominations, it takes no notice of it or Allan, it only has eyes for Solace. A few seconds pass … Continue reading The Gates Fall
Jounal Entry: Lel
The thunder rumble its beat across the sky, the cloud grows anxious with lighting. I watch as it splits open and destroys the nearest mountain top. The ceremony has begun. The great and powerful Itzquemitl, high priestess of Pilo, lifts her arms to great the destruction of the Zaxo mountain tribe. The war of a … Continue reading Jounal Entry: Lel
The Hangman
Waves crash their timeless beat on the gargantuan metal legs of the Gates, a bridge that stretches across the ocean connecting two masses of land. Their torrent is but a faint splash from atop the northern cliff, the gusts of wind deafen the natural music. The shoreline glistens; there are no clouds in sight to … Continue reading The Hangman
Thought of a Thinker 