1. Bakromanser

    Open All Roads Lead to Hestio

    Grabbed the bags as told, wondering when they'd gotten so chummy. Still, could always dangle a loaf or two through the bars. The unfortunates were rarely properly searched – surely he and his could shake a few more coins lose if they made bread into proper bait. Suppose he could also give 'em a...
  2. Bakromanser

    Open A Festival of Lights

    Dormitories Sana, Dawnsworn, had never been the bravest or the brightest. Never stood the line against charging armies or made tactical breakthroughs like some of her peers. There were knights of battle, and those of study. Never quite fit her. Hers was the belief that all places should be...
  3. Bakromanser

    Kindling

    There comes a time to bring every year to a close. Where skies get brighter and the moons lazier. Where the animals stop burrowing and look up in the quiet sense of a new thing. A time where, if only for a moment, Ghanga isn't a curse and Satya doesn't know. Another cycle gone by, another turn...
  4. Bakromanser

    Open All Roads Lead to Hestio

    Sub 3 Three miserable years on sublevel three only to be thricefucked by being passed over for a promotion for the third time. People liked saying how three was a lucky number, but Pot knew them to be full of shit. So it came to no one's surprise when he too slowly crept into Hestio's...
  5. Bakromanser

    Haunted & Haunting | Halloween Prompt Event

    Right, let's get this done: One character tells a lie to another. A reoccurring nightmare keeps disturbing the character. Someone from the character's past finds them. The character cannot shake the feeling that they are being watched. An inanimate object comes to life and causes some...
  6. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Mud clung to the revenant limbs like a job well done. Slowness inviting a stop. Water plied it like lies – seeping into cracks it didn't know it had. And it flailed... violently, then slower. These limbs weren't made for the finesse. They were made for force and grab. Lucky then, that the soil...
  7. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    The many warriors that composed the being set themselves to purpose one more time. Shield wall to a shield ball – a push of deformed hands, then another. Then another. From within the manyfold armor, clinks and clanks of metal. Sprain and snap of muscle and bone unused to the new movement. But...
  8. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Air split with light and heat. A leg came apart. Pain and imbalance. It slumped to the earth. Not an earthquake, but the earth did quake. This was wrong. Was against purpose. Legs were slowing it down. Why have them at all then? Its open hand reached for the others. Ripped and tore away...
  9. Bakromanser

    Open Shoot Out In Dragongreed Fort

    Dragongreed implied that there was something wrong with hoarding shiny things. So Lil' Shitz quickly did away with the name among their number. Tried Dragon next – but it never quite fit right. Place wasn't the Dragon – they were dragons, pilin' stuff up. Like them legends of old. Only no...
  10. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    In different times, someone might've struck Etain too – mob folding to include her. But all they had now were gaping mouths and widening eyes. And what was a busted lip and a bloody nose compared to... whatever the fuck that thing was? Rage gave way to fear, vengeance to survival. There...
  11. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    They settled for a moment as Etain spoke. She was the one who saved kids after all. Framed in the rising sun behind her, looked like a mighty good omen. But then she started saying the wrong things. Someone was pushed. Foot landed on another, and the sun no longer illuminated – it revealed how...
  12. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Storeroom Just like tributaries found their way to a basin, the different groups caught up to each other. Because speed wasn't what drove the moment. Sumu had passed the rope – hand to hand – until everyone had touched it. This judgement belonged to all of them. Somewhere along the path, the...
  13. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    By Josephine It made sense that Etain was a noble. Must be why she was so angry all the time. Someone owed taxes, or there were more grains needed for the Lord's army. Always something. Always serious and sourpussed. Still, what she told Vasya was valuable in its own right. The two 'heroes'...
  14. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    By Josephine Come next light, they all found Etain the more human one. She stayed and nursed the horse. Looked tired like the rest of them – not dangerous, or other. Meanwhile, Andy made the rounds telling anyone who'd listen about Ser Drummond of Tellen – some city, far south. Might not've...
  15. Bakromanser

    Ea-nāṣir’s High Quality Copper

    “No no no – you don’t want gold. Gold won’t hold.” The gobalin shows too many teeth as he rubs his hands. “Copper is proper.” Smacks his palms together in anticipation, a crooked sign swinging wildly overhead: NO REFUNDS Here for stories? Good! We got plenty of those. Stories that hold...
  16. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Night arrived quietly. Just too many tired hands. Too much hatred burnt to fatigue. Even the sky yawned empty, too tired to take a proper shine to anyone. Someone had tried rinsing blood with fired-up water, but made a horrid tea instead. Smells of cozy slaughter danced between homes. Some folk...
  17. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    The woods The Captain talked. Boy, did he talk. „Not my fault.“ Bound and ruined. Leaking slow into the grass. „Weren't even my orders. Was Hvit the tit. Some of 'em flew those colors.“ Thank fuck for Lemm and his mad ass. „Check the bodies if you don't believe me. All rodents. Man's been using...
  18. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Hector and Etain, Sumu outskirts Horse was the first one to hear him approach, ears flicking. Poholi was the next to notice. She shifted without thought. Not to reposition the baby, but herself. Behind the lady knight. A built in instinct. Because Skykiller was the one who smelled of ash. The...
  19. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    Trio on the trail, The woods „Told ya I was gonna be a squire.“ Jessop's voice was full of dreams, keeping the trail from going quiet. „Is that what we are Ma'am?“ Winry asked, more reserved. What they both were was distracting. But beyond the background noise, Edwynna could see the trail...
  20. Bakromanser

    Open None to point

    The fire had mostly gone out. What gave away in heat, clung in smell. Oily and bitter. It sunk into beam and throat. But the sky was grey now, and far less terrifying than when it knew gold. The work had slowed. Fewer buckets passed. Fewer words. As Etain limped past, soaked gambeson clinging...
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