This was actually part of a larger story, however my old laptop (Win 3.1) decided to die. I only managed to salvage the first part of the story in its original glory. Please keep in mind this was written about five years ago. I like to think I've improved a bit since then.
This was the first in an epic series of four stories. As usual, my reach far exceeded my grasp, and I quickly lost interest and turned to various other activities. Calm before the Storm was a tale of a great war between Science and Magic... ruined by my war of Creativity and Attention Span. Meh.
This was the first in an epic series of four stories. As usual, my reach far exceeded my grasp, and I quickly lost interest and turned to various other activities. Calm before the Storm was a tale of a great war between Science and Magic... ruined by my war of Creativity and Attention Span. Meh.
The Blue Parrot was a perfect place...if you wanted to lose your life. Maybe ‘misplace’ a few fingers, lose most of your teeth, or even have your legs bend the wrong way. Yes, the Blue Parrot was a cesspool of depravity; a gathering place for thieves, murderers, and other half-human denizens with twisted (or at least misplaced, if at all) moralities. Of course, there are always a few brave souls, albeit foolish ones, who dare to venture into the depths of corruption. Currently, there were two such gentlemen seated at one of the back tables, trying to avoid the bouncer’s glare. The two gents dared not speak above a low whisper, although the crude ‘songs’ were loud enough to drown out shrill screams.
“Marrak, why in the Abyss did you bring me here?â€
“Marrak, why in the Abyss did you bring me here?â€