A harrowing price for Arrogance and Envy

A story is passed down from parent to child of a malevolent being that punishes the wicked by devouring them. These stories depict a demon-like creature with a harlequin appearance, with white gloves stained in blood, and a wicked personality that frightens even seasoned veterans to their very core.

Herein lies a story of a young man pushed to bully others as a result of gifts that he was born and praised for. With all the adults praising his talents and the envy of children alike, this gifted young man grew a somewhat wicked heart as a result of his upbringing. A plague brought upon an upcoming attack however quickly reminds the upstart that beyond the horizons of his small village, lays the frightful monsters he so foolishly dismissed.

Mors Funebris Finale, Part 2 of 8 (Arawn Cycle 42/Mara Cycle 13)

“Which people would that be?” Juanita asked, trying to get some clarification.
“Can you not tell?” The strange seeming girl asked. Juanita shook her head in negation. The girl looked surprised.
“I am an Annwyfn.” She informed her.

The Pilgrimage: Da Pacem Domina (3)

The Power of Heaven, in the form of the Cupid Cirice came to your aid, striking against the Foulness of the Dead God, Dagon. Rousing the Sea-God Oannes, Grandfather Ocean, you exulted in victory, as well as the anointing of a new Tide Priest. Sigurd, once Captain of the ‘Shieldmaiden’, is now betrothed of the Sea-Witch Sapphire, A Kraken servant of Oannes, and the God’s newest adherent.

Thomas, your brother in faith also shared in revelation, attaining the Adept Intersect and being finally able to consummate his love for the Circle Mage Ellie, returning with you and her brother Baron Robbo of Towoomba to the Reitian Temple of Hive Sea of Grasses.

Yet unexpected surprises met you there too, a group of the once thought extinct elves searching for an avatar of one of their Wild Gods, an avatar found in the person of the Reitian Disciple Padraig. Sorrow mixed with joy as the Laws of the Gods demanded a cost for their new Year-King. Taliesin, one of the elves, was now a bound Acolyte of Reitia, and their fellowship, closer than any natural bond, was broken.

Your own past did not sit quiet either, your demoniac mother corrupting one of the Reitian acolytes in the midst of a storm of Wild Magic. It was only quick action from you and your elven allies which prevented the youth from damning himself beyond redemption with the use of dark magic. Now, in the company of the Vampire Thrall Marcus, and the Black Knight Victor, you hunt down this ‘Red Witch’, determined to end her threat once and for all…

Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P. 7

“Children! Come to me!” she shouted, heedless of the noise, while she raised both of her wings in invitation.

The Cubs ran to her and instinctively huddled underneath. Mara wrapped her wings around them all, like a mother hen protecting her brood.

Mara painfully ground her teeth together as wave after wave of burning hot rubble began to pound themselves into her back, neck, wings and tail. For just a moment, her wings retracted in response.

‘NO!’ she silently screamed when she remembered her duty.

The Hound. Ch 5

You know how to rip a knight wearing full-plate armor in half with a single stroke of your claws. You know how to skin a buck deer with your teeth. You know how to sow terror through an entire village with just the whisper of your presence. How to soothe the tormented mind of a scared prince? That might just be beyond you.

The Hound. Ch4

Your duties direct you to the side of the young prince. Your protective, indomitable presence never to be away from his. In this duty you must be absolute, lest that faint spark of light you’ve found here leave you forever.