Shoal - Surgeon of Enlightenment
WIP
Nicknames/Titles/Monickers:
"Many titles and names tend to circulate with my presence. Some monickers come between bitter speech, others in the lulls of the swelling tides of fear, granted, all are properly earned.
"The more superstitious folk of Sulwen...
A query:
You say there are no other nations currently posing a threat to the country, however, are their more domestic terrors present in Arcadia? Outside of the scourge and bandits of course. Are there wicked magical creatures? Great winged serpents? Witch covens amongst the bogs?
Are there...
Salutations!
Dark fantasy settings fuel my soul, so my interest has certainly been piqued. If you see me lurking about, I am just here to keep my many eyes on what is to develop.
Bible study and square dancing. Like, the fuck? What you want me to do, pray that I get a job and square dance with the IRS when my taxes don't get paid? What fucking soft headed muppet thought square dancing was a good idea.
No. 086 Credence Babcock
Splayed before Credence, Anna lay unconscious, uncertain and ragged breaths punctuating the dim murmur within the gloomy foyer the party occupied. With a surprising amount of strength, Credence lifted Anna and began moving her from the lobby and back into the girl’s...
No. 086 Credence Babcock - No. 095 Lance Rush
Drowning. That is the sensation that spawns from the curse of omniscience – drowning in a river of information. Swelling rapids find themselves dashing against the shore banks of Credence’s mind, distorting and eroding away the acuity of the...
No. 086 Credence Babcock
“Credence!” Eugene roared. His voice was stern and smoky, yet unsure of itself, his tongue sloshing about, awkwardly stumbling around the syllables of my name. Rarely did ‘Credence’ pass his scar bitten lips, it always sounded so clumsy and awkward coming from him...