Jakobia

  The city skyline was painted red by the setting sun as the two men made their way across the roof. They were chased by a dark, hairy creature with burning red eyes. It halted and looked as the men jumped over a ventilation duct, tilting it's head, apparently pondering it's next step.  "It stopped, Leander look!" cried the younger man  "Don't stop Aiolos! You don't know what it will do."  The beast squatted, gathered strength and jumped, landing between the men and let out a bloodcurdling roar. Aiolos drew his revolver, cocked and fired. The bullet hit the creature in the forehead but only grazed of only leaving a read line of exposed

They marched across the battlefield, wading through seas of blood. The dragon wizard and his shapeshifter shieldmaiden. He wore a dark robe with the imperial seal on the back, embroidered with magic runes and spells. His staff was ebony as black as the night, it's top branches that like fingers grasping an orb. The orb constantly changed color, never the same twice. A sword with runes on it's blade, the blade drenched in blood.

Som ett Nålstick   Solen stod nästan som högst när det chokladbruna tåget äntligen anlände vid den lilla stationen med det gråa stationshuset. När det stannat vid den illa tillyxade perrongen flög dess dörrar upp och passagerarna myllrade ut ur tåget och försvann runt hörnet på den grå byggnaden.   Efter en kort stund öppnades en dörr längst bak i tåget, den satt i en vagn som såg ut att vara av lite högre standard än de andra och var även lite mindre. Ut genom sagda dörr klev en man som var runt t