Genius1995

Chase Run. Keep running. A large man runs down a poorly trodden path. Behind him, the ever present crashing of hooves through underbrush. His mind blank but for the basic instinct to run. There are no thoughts, only a primal awareness telling him that the sounds are coming closer. He is not running fast enough. He spares no attention for the chirping birds. Not a single glance goes up towards the beautiful sky. Every fibre in this man’s body is focused on a single thing. Escape. The path ends, and the man starts to dodge the trees. He pushes himself aside with four mighty arms when he cannot dodge. The hooves grow slightly more distan

The sound of metal on metal echoed through the arena. Sparks flew. The air tasted like ozone. Two figures fought in the center of the pit, lined with spectator seats raised above it. Everything was black carbon and glowing neon. The floor of the arena was a grid of small hexagons and the soft colours shining in between. Several parts of it were damaged or stained with blood, and some chunks went missing altogether, giving a view straight down into the abyss. Below were only darkness and stars. One of the combatants was Lord Maximus, the knight in gold. His armour was damaged, but not broken, and his gauntlets gripped two ornate golden sword

White. All the world is swirling white The icy wind whips flurries of snow back and forth, up and around, endless and indifferent. It whirls beneath a half-lit sky of steel-grey clouds. It howls over the snow-cloaked crests and ridges of the land, sucking spirals of fresh-fallen powder in its wake. It chills all it touches, and here upon the Aerghan wastes, it touches everything. Soft as it is, the powdery, snow hardly even whispers when cloven hooves plough through it. The minotaurs, in turn, are barely slowed by the drifts around their legs as they march steadily onward, as enduring as the land itself. Nostha walks in front. Scars large