TheBlackBladeOfRight

CHAPTER 3 The orange glow of the sunset flooded the spire that Jorund stood upon, his fists raised in front of him with electricity crackling and humming like a nest of angry hornets. Across from him was a figure dressed in a red robe trimmed in brown, which was covered with plates of black armor. The figure wore a round helmet that hid its face. In one hand, it pointed a saber with an ornate, four pointed hilt at Jorund. In the other, the figure held a chain that connected to the collar of a girl who looked remarkably like a short haired Fenris. The figure's voice echoed from the helmet, though Jorund couldn't understand a word of it, nor

CHAPTER 2 He didn't. Jorund wasn't able to return to sleep like he hoped to. With a sigh, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. He walked over to the window and put a hand on the cold glass. Winter was coming again, each morning grew more cold. The streetlight below flickered slightly. This caught Jorund's attention, and to his dismay, he saw a figure dressed in Chinese attire, topped with a hat that had a talisman pasted onto it. Jiangshi. He had been hunting down the remnants of Heslissa's underlings, which consisted almost primarily of Jiangshi. He brought the burden of Heslissa's lust for him to this place, and he saw t

Invocation of the Wicked Knight CHAPTER 1 The familiar figure of Jorund sat up in his bed. He seemed to be out of breath as he ran a hand through his brown, shoulder length hair and panted slightly. His head swiveled around to survey his surroundings and quickly realized that he was safe in his own home. Disgruntled, Jorund got out of bed and grabbed his cell phone to look at the time. "Gods...it's only four o'clock?" he asked to nobody in particular. "I've barely been able to get any sleep since I started having those dreams." he added. Dreams... More like nightmares. he thought. Nightmares of the events that took place six months ago. Ni