When I was a kid, I had a carefree existence. Never wanted for anything, always felt loved and cared for. Nothing off limits. Except for two things. The blade I hold on my shoulder. And a tiny little box that … Read More
Wrong Path
It wasn’t long ago that I nearly walked down that path of burning vengeance trying to find the one who killed my father. Days upon months of searching through the shadows, battered and bruised wading through the scum to find … Read More
Craven Pilgrim
My dad used to whisk me to sleep with tales of valiant, stalwart protectors from all walks of life. I’d spend every waking moment pretending to save the world But Arcadia is a broken and soulless place that’s not fit … Read More