Death Searcher Part3The night passed uneventfully with the two of them taking refuge in some sort of burnt out vehicle. Or at least, that was all Yerunan could figure out that it was. Ariet called it a 'tank', but unfortunately that meant nothing to him. It was, however, a place to stay, and for that he was grateful. Or at least he was happy that he wasn't spending the night outside. There was the stench of something in the air; it was a something he couldn't identify, but it churned his stomach and made him thankful that he lived in a world that was at least marginally sane when compared to this one.Ariet, for her part, was doing her best not to antagoni
Death Searcher Part2After what seemed like forever, Yerunan stopped in the middle of a path, signaling to Ariet that she should do the same."Why are we stopping here?" she asked, in a hushed whisper, wary that there might be another corrupted spirit headed their way."The trail stops here." He replied. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, looking at other nearby paths to see if any of the spirits had jumped. He opened his eyes, "This is the end of it.""How can you be sure?" Ariet asked, "I remember vaguely changing paths before you saved me, are you sure that the trail doesn't just continue somewhere else?""I'm positive," He replied. "Though yo
Death Searcher part1Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascin
The Widow's SonnetToday you touched my soul, though you are goneYour piercing gaze still won't leave me aloneAnd though your years sans life have been so longYou watch me nightly from the great unknownWhy do you haunt me in this lonely night?Why do you torment so my poor, lost soul?You shall leave with the coming of the light.So let not heartache be your true some goalThough long the years, for you I still do careOf you I'll think, but shall not pineBut absent not the love we still do shareAnd in the end our love togeth'r shall shineUntil that time, my love, please do you waitFor you are gone before, and I am lateThe Widow's Sonnet