The humans were justifiably terrified of the Scald Crow and the crew. One group of invaders often looked like the other in the eyes of those caught in the crossfire. Warren could see them on the second floor with their eyes pointed down. He allowed a small part of Archon to sharpen his vision, he didn't feel a strain.
The crunch of snow under thick boots came from behind him. “Do you think they feel chatty,” She pointed up to the assembled group at the second-story window. “They don't look happy to see us.”
“Where are Jack and Herne?” Warren asked as he peered at the outside wall. It was made from brick and mortar. He wondered if he could summon Archon's clutch of talons to scale the building.
The creature defied all explanation, instead of a solid body, the arms, legs, and hands were stitched to the torso. The eyes glowed with a sickly purple hue and it went with the malevolent wolf head attached to the twisted form. Warren expected the creature to be awkward in movement, but fate saw him wrong again. It started to jog at a brisk pace toward Warren and his two companions. “Maybe we should get going?” Jack played with the dice bag around his neck and the rattle of hard plastic kept silence at bay. “I have a feeling this creature is a cut above the rest.” Grace shook her head, “We are running out of time, and we made a promise to those people trapped in the school.” She pulled out a night scope and peered through it, “Oh goody, he brought frie
Grace and Jack Returned with a cube van. It was less than they expected. The mission was simple, get the people of Fort Vermillion out before the dog-like adlets slaughtered them all. Not to mention the incoming airstrike, to destroy the canine threats. Both Jack and Grace were impressed with Warren's Victory over the strange golem. Warren explained the creature could reattach limbs and its ability to ignore wounds. Grace shook her head, “Do the Adlets have a written language?” her face was filled with thought, and suspicion. Jack squinted and the burnt husk of the super golem, “I don't see how that matters right now.” At first, Warren thought so too, but then Archon flashed a picture o
The plan was a daring one and all of it hinged on Theria, a true Seelie with the power of song. One would ask, how much damage can a song do? Most people would say a whole lot of nothing. Those who live tyranny and oppression would disagree. Music is more than just notes arranged to please the ear. It shows us the depth of our humanity and brings hope to the frightened masses who believe things can get better with effort. As a teenager from the earth, Warren's life is intrinsically tied to the music of his generation. He believes the young Seelie maiden is capable of the feat. As is Jack O'kent, the man who beat the devil. It came as no surprise the compulsive gambler favored the plan. Warren checked on Theria who was hidden behind the armored tra
Warren and Jack kept their eyes on Theria as she went skyward. On her wings, she carried the ability to end the conflict with the Adlets, or at least that was the idea. She floated above the mortar and brick school and let out a joyful tune. Unfortunately, Jack and Warren could barely hear it from the ground. Jack swore and kicked the snow, “How will we know if it's working?” He asked. “How the hell should I know? I'm new to magic. I figured the mutt's ears would hear it...” Warren trailed off as Archon sharpened his hearing. Thousands of paws dug into the fresh snow, and a cacophony of pants rattled Warren's mind. The noises grew louder with each second. “I have it on pretty good authority our plan is working,”
Warren awoke to his face pressed against the cold steel bars of a holding cage. He vaguely remembered the battle with the adlets. His entire body ached and complained about every movement. His throat burned as if scorched by napalm. Every noise sounded just a little louder, as his head throbbed. A hand waved a white flag in his mind. Warren guessed it meant Archon needed time to recharge. He opened his eyes and saw Theria curled up in a chair next to the cage. An angelic smile on her lips gave Warren pause to admire her for a few moments. He gave the action a full thirty seconds before, he picked up an empty cup and rattled the bars. Theria's eyes flew open and she leaped out of the chair startled, “Warren?”
The Adlet Crisis made international news with the Scald Crow and it's the crew at the center of it all. Not that any of the crew noticed. They were too busy trying to find the last few curators of the Codex Gigas, a book that possessed spells and instructions to create enhanced golems. Theria requested information from the museums that housed the book and the companion stone for it. Theria was about to open the file when the computer flashed, “Incoming transmission, Queen Elphame, accept the call?” Theria pressed the enter key and Elphames youthful face appeared on the screen, “Where is the rest of the crew?” “Upfront avoiding research,” Theria stated in a flat tone. &nbs
Vancouver was once considered one of the most modern cities in Canada, but with the return of magic, all of that has changed. Once upon a time, the streets of Hastings were considered the worst in the metropolis. Now the crime-ridden area is the least of the citizen's problems. The horrors of the past now openly stalk the streets in search of prey. Most of the city remained intact, and secure the outer subdivisions were abandoned, this also included Stanley Park. The Scald Crows area of investigation. They pulled into the parking lot where the trail to the Cathedral of trees began and everyone sat around the conference table. Jack's dice rattled in his hand as he shook it, “Is it just me, or does the lack of police tape, or any sort of authority bother
There are no words to describe the worry of a parent when they've lost a child. It doesn't matter how quickly the child is found. Terror holds the parent in its vise-like grip until the crisis has passed. Warren and Herne feel much the same way about their missing companions. Warren a little more, because not only is Theria his companion, but also his anchor. His mind raced through all the scenarios where the eidolon took over and his humanity was lost forever. Herne seemed to sense this and put his hand on Warrens's shoulder, “Don't dwell on what could happen. It paves the way to madness.” His deep voice was gentle and fatherly. “How come you are so much gentler than Jack and Grace? I thought snipers had to stow their emotions.”