GROD This is a profoundly stupid way to conduct an assassination, Grod thought to himself as he gouged the Swamp Elf’s eye out his skull. Grod had crossed his middle-finger over his index and used his thumb to keep the rest of his fingers down and out of the way. His hand had lanced quick […]

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BRYAN Duke Bryan AKA the Fallen Tyrant was looking around the Royal Apartments for the last time. Everything of his was already packed but he wanted to make a final sweep of it just to be sure. Measure twice and cut once was part of his nature. Classical domes had made a come back when […]

Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter Fourteen

PERSEVERANCE It was the Church’s idea of the smoke filled backroom. The men (and thanks to Perseveance’s time as Regent) women of the College of Bishops were milling about in their ridiculous hats and robes. There were ancient traditions and hidden meanings connected to every facet of the vestments. These were all very important for […]

Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter Thirteen

GROD A single trumpet blew a few mournful notes, flat and somber, the sad little tune echoed off the ancient stone walls of Glass House Keep as the last glimmering orange-red of the days sunset dipped below the horizon. This set off an explosion of frantic activity as servicemen dove indoors in a desperate attempt […]

Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter Twelve

. SALURIMAN “Well, it was a memorable funeral,”  Fannita said. “It had that going for it.” “You have to give it points for that,” Saluriman replied with an amazed shake of the head, which suddenly made him wince in horror and disgust.  He was still wearing Atticus’ body. Ear expanders and all. The sensation of […]

Read More A Song of Grod Chapter Eleven

GROD Kevo-Grod stood at rigid attention in Hoard-Brigadier Rauoo’s office.  He knew he was in trouble but damned if could figure out for what this time. And for once that really bothered him.  He was only eighteen months away from the twenty year mark and retirement. That is always the point when the career killer […]

Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter Ten

RONALD The room was kept dark, in order to keep him quiet. Shutters were closed upon bars of iron across the windows,  Their opaque glass painted to a dark grey. Two sets of thick black drapes hung on each of the windowsills.  There was a smooth, thin frost of grey dust upon them. They hadn’t […]

Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter Eight