It was not I who coined the title "the Virtue War", but the meddlesome god in green, the one with the affinity for chickens. He felt it was an...
It was time to let go. The Daemon held the Skull of Mondain firmly in his hand, the power from it causing what remained of the desiccated skin to...
The months of preparation and study, killing and dismemberment, lead him to this moment. He clutched the Skull of Mondain in his black, withered...
Little changed in the murky depths of the Abyss. Baerron Jael felt the familiar darkness surround him, but it was not a welcomed familiarity. It was...
The scent wafted even across the vast sea, that sickening stench of virtue-mongers congregating in their vile hall of the virtues. A bubble of black...
For the first time in what felt like months, Richard clawed his way to the surface of his mind and watched from behind the bloody film that covered...
Baerron Jael's arms shook with exertion as he held the pewter urn of grave dirt above his head. He overturned the urn and the dirt washed over him...
The Revenant stooped in a dark corner of the Empath Abbey, the daemon Baerron Jael seeing all that the corpse saw. With the forces of Paws and the...
This time it felt different. Baerron Jael crushed the salamander skull in the palm of his hand and scattered the pieces about his feet. The death fed...
A droplet of blood trickled down Baerron Jael's temple, originating from a small hole in the top of his head. His orb-like eyes were fixated on a...
Lord Soth's sacrifice bought Baerron Jael time (see here: The Battle of Honesty Shrine). The time was well-received for the Third seal binding his...
The Revenant skulked silently and eyed the people gathering at the town of Paws. Baerron Jael peered through the eyes of his servant and watched with...
Baerron Jael sniffed at the cold, dead air of Dagger Isle. It was time. The seeds planted in the past have ripened into a rotting harvest of...
The fog of the events that unfolded days past eased further away, inching past the grasp of memory (see here: The Battle of Honor Shrine). The...
From deep within his stygian prison, Richard could sense the daemon on the surface. The daemon, for the first time really that Richard could sense,...
The scent was heavy on the Spiritwood this evening. The scent of a meddling wizard and no other to stand in the way of Baerron Jael. He was so close...
Baerron Jael dug his black blood-covered fingernails into the sides of his head, shredding rotten skin and pulling loose clumps of hair. How dare...
The person... creature... referred to only as the Revenant stood obediently where he was told to stand and listen. He stood, he listened, and he did...
Richard's right hand shook violently and he squeezed the remains of his fingers into a tight ball and pushed it into his leg to steady it. The harsh,...
The sound of many heavy footfalls echoed through the trees. The air was thick with the scent of horses and armored men. There was something else...
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