Captian's Log Cannot Reflect 2 Apr 2025 "Where we meet upon the road of fate ourselves, a battle too is met, I think," the madman's soft voice whispered from the cage of tangled bangs which hung from…
Captian's Log Dancing with Death 1 Apr 2025 Dancing with Death, the fool wheels round.Jingel'ling-jangle, his bells here sound.Leaping and light, the happy pair, jokingly jumping through the air, avoid the advance of warning friendsdreading the dangerous thoughts…
Captian's Log Hell at his Heels 31 Mar 202522 Mar 2025 Here they come. The first of the blows lands on my guard, and I hear a howl of anger from my attacker as the little bones in his fingers meet…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part VI 30 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 This one didn't have the fog to hide in anymore, and I had something a bit better than a tire iron this time. Quickly undoing the flap on my pack,…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part V 29 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As I crested a small rise in the road, I stood and inhaled a deep, long breath of that sharp, fresh air, letting my eyes survey the landscape's gradual unveiling.…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part IV 28 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As the dew dispersed into the ethereal, the fog fading away into the unseen, the beauty of the countryside bore in upon me like an infection, and, inescapably, the weak…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part III 27 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 Shifting the backpack's straps a little, searching for some relief, I grunted. I had taken only the essentials, but the weight still dug into my shoulders. The cold and dewy…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part II 26 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As I surveyed the occluded landscape of fallow fields, my eyes passed over the shadowy outlines of a few barren, winter robbed trees and here and there, rows of leafless…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part I 25 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 The corpse lies still upon the earth, the crater in its head a sure sign it won't get up again. I stand panting in the cold morning, my breath, coming…
Captian's Log In the Dungeon 24 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 Fear becomes me in this dim cell. Imprisoned in darkness, every squeaking mouse or scurrying rat, every distant scraping or soft tinkling of chains, every mad break into laughter and…
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