Cardboard Chronicles: Hell Arc-Masculine Bravado?Gargoyle: Quisnam es vos?
Me: Salve. Mihi nomen est Robert. *points behind me* Mei amici sunt. Curious, Zodi, Kate et Rex Wolfen. quod nomen est tibi?
Zodi: What language are they speaking?
Wolfen: It's Latin. The gargoyle asked us who we were. Wolf.Spider introduced us and asked for his name.
Me: I forgot you spoke Latin. Would you prefer speaking to him yourself?
Wolfen: Go ahead.
Gargoyle: *Speaking in Latin* I am Harlem, one of the protectors of this land. What are you doing with one of the red kings?
Wolfen: I may be a Red King but I am not my father's son. We are here to fight him.
Harlem: You wish to fight the Iron King?
Me: Yes that is our goal but we cannot do it alone. We need weapons and we need your help.
Harlem: We do not aid with any of those banished to this dimension, only keep them in line.
Me: But Wolfor has grown beyond your ability to control. If we do not aid each other, this world and others wil
QuarrelJanuary 29th, 1778, Aboard the AquilaQuarrel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Haytham woke the details of his dreams slipped away alarmingly fast. As he opened his eyes he remembered little more than flames, the acrid smell of burning, and the haunting words spoken by his son only two days prior.
He didn't know what to think of the news. There was some sorrow of course, but though he had loved Ziio, she had left his life two decades ago. Maybe there was some disappointment, that Charles and the others had ignored his orders, leading to the creation of their greatest enemy today. But what disturbed him the most was simply the expression on his son's face when Connor had said those words. So much frustration and hate distorting those features so like his mothers and Haytham's own.
Haytham sat up, looking around the small room he'd been given for the trip. The Aquila was not a ship designed with comfort in mind, with the "room" being barely large enough for his bed, a ches