A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Felix Awakens The warm soft cushion supporting Felix from below didn't diminish the ache coursing through his entire body. A gentle lavender smell mixed with rosemary and thyme attempted to comfort him. With a light cotton cover over his body and a down pillow under his head, Felix decided only to breath slower and deeper for a few moments. To savor the moment of awakening to a second-chance in life. Gather information without his sight deceiving him. The murmur of a human crowd came muted through what had to be solid walls. The occasional crack and echo...
A Drink to a world Doomed - Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Earth Wizard, the Distressed Discoverer On the outside, the house looked just like any other house here in Chemiran. A squat stone building. Two stories high. Tucked tight between two neighbors like eggs in a cushioned crate. But with the small gap of an alley smelling of wine as fresh and crisp as the warm night. Even with all the windows shutters closed and dark. Spaced several feet apart to perfectly match the average haphazard spacing common in the typical residential homes. The roof slanted and tiled. The ridge extended a foot or so to match the...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Ash, the Anguished Drunk, Part I Ash nearly tripped face down into the cobble at the next darkling they ran into. No way among the stone buildings and cramped streets did he ever imagine seeing the sight before him again. No matter how much alcohol he downed before this ongoing disaster of a night – Dead Man’s Run pure and gut roaring, mulled red wine strengthened by rum and mint … Or even the Final Chug. The screams of distant victims too sharp for his dulled drunk senses to dismiss the sight as mere delusion. He would...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Petra the Sultry Negotiator With the streets so cramped, the lampposts lit the stone wall up to the second of several too many floors. Lit up every brightly painted streak of wavy exotic fruit or twisty heart or other weird human fetish thingy. Windows shuttered as if the human’s insides could shut out the invasion of crazed darklings. Even with the blood splattered on the lower walls. Turning the lovely decorations gruesome. The stinky gore scattered on the streets. The corpses below her legs and elsewhere. Petra could still smell the bitter fear of the humans crowding,...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Felix Versus Furball The smell of fresh blood and guts. The mild burn of his muscles. The screams of fury and the dying. And the salty taste of sweat mingled with splattered blood. The gory reality of battle. With Penny at Felix's side, the narrow streets and the tall stone buildings corralled the darklings toward their deaths. In the bright light of the lampposts, any moderately skilled Champion could make out the packs of lycan the moment they appeared. The noise of their claws scratching the cobble. Their grunt and growls echoed and amplified. Their snarls and...
A Drink to a World Doomed - Chapter 6
Chapter 6 Gordack, Scheming Massacre, and Dinner Through his hexed spyglass of blood-stained bronze, Gordack surveyed Chemarin, the sprawling city of stone and cobble, from atop of the thousand-foot cliff of solid rock overlooking the place. Scanning the messy maze of tightly packed streets and scrawny short buildings soon to be rubble, he grinned at the panicked lightlings screaming for help from his darkling hordes. Breathing in the warm fresh air, the smell of blood and death welcomed his finely trained nose and discriminating tongue. Made his stomach yearn for the taste of roasted human based in blood gravy....