Avenmar

A friend and I were talking about Horror/Creepy games on Skype, so I whipped up a little vignette off the top of my head. Posted in broken sentences to keep the drama high. And I deleted her name and inputs to preserve anonymity. ~~~~~~~~~~ A small town hospital, player wakes up to the beeping of the EKG. [12:37:57 AM] Lex: They sit up, swing their legs off the gurney, and step out the door into an abandoned hallway. A radio playing faintly in the background, static-y classical music. [12:38:43 AM] Lex: As they follow the sound of the radio (doesn't matter which way they go, either path will take them to the Nurse's station), lights start to

“Commander Jayce Bereign?” I glanced up from my report to see Ekke standing in the doorway. It was difficult to tell, inexperienced as I was with Altoan physiology, but if I had to hazard a guess I would say she was concerned about something. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I waved for her to enter and have a seat. Fortunately, the Terran and Altoan body structure is similar enough she could use the chairs I had without needing special consideration. “And please, just call me Jayce, or if you must, Commander Bereign.” “Since the extraction, Sergeant Diego Vega has been…different. When Sergea

The sounds of battle raged throughout the castle town; steel against steel, fire cracking and popping, men dying. Timul leaned heavily against the door of a wrecked tavern, breath coming in short rasps. Past him as he huddled into the dark doorway charged a pack of snarling and howling orcs. Timul breathed a short sight of relief as he resumed his run, darting through the streets, avoiding pillaging orcs and goblins. Slowly but surely he made his way towards the harbor, eyes wide as he searched dartingly for the flag, another quick breath of relief slipping from his lips as he spied his boat to freedom. A war horn sounded from far away, up

It all started with a note. A single note grew into a song; a song grew into an experience. The creator guarded it jealously, the girl rarely allowed to spin, to play. ------------------------- The Giant turned the key, and I felt myself clicking, whirring to some semblance of life, the gears and springs giving me movement. I moved, jerkily at first, around the table top. A simple march, a simple rifle spin, about face, march back to where I started. The Giant watched, eyes cold, judging my movement, my machinations, making sure no flaw existed in my design. I did not disappoint, coming to attention in front of the Giant. His grey eyes app