DardekIronforge

Every few hundred years, the Earth finds itself in grave danger.  It is during those times that the overwhelming influx of human emotions causes the earth to choose two people to represent the opposing sides of the conflict between good and evil, fear and hope.  Each person is granted incredible power, fueled by the emotions of those around them. On the side of darkness stands the Omen, the embodiment of man’s fear and despair.  Fueled by the fear of mankind, the Omen is capable of bringing nightmares to life, of being anywhere and everywhere that man feels fear.  Should the Omen successfully kill his opponent on the side of light, the

“Whine and Revelry” Mike and a group of five other guys sat around a table at the back of Fearless Games and Comics after hours.  They were armed with pencils, polyhedron dice, character sheets, and several gallons of Mountain Dew.  This was Mike’s first after-hours Brave Cave experience, and he was both nervous and excited.  He had been invited by the three owners of the store, Matt, Phil, and James.  When they invited him, they warned him that it was going to be a very different experience than playing during store hours – they had to censor themselves during the day in case a parent or younger kid happened into the pl

I’ve been laying in bed for almost two hours now, and this hasn’t been getting any better.  I can still breathe only in short, sharp gasps, and the pain in my chest and shoulder are still excruciating.  Any time I do anything but lie still, not breathing, it hurts.  I think I might be dying.  It hurts to lay down completely, also.  Well, that’s not entirely accurate.  If I lay down completely, it stops being painful to breathe, and becomes physically impossible to breathe. I get up from the bed and stumble across the room to my roommate’s bed.  I shake him, trying to speak but finding myself unable to muster the requisit

“Dream On” Claude sat in homeroom, his head on his desk, wishing he didn’t have to be in school.  He hated the early mornings, and wasn’t too fond of most of his classes, not to mention his classmates.  He closed his eyes, his brown hair in his face,  thinking maybe he could get in a few extra minutes of shut-eye before he had to go to his first period class.   “Aww, is Claudey tired?” a voice sounded from across the room.  It belonged to Chris Malito, the school power jock who liked to make Claude’s time go a little bit slower. The bold, yet cocky young adventurer called out to the seemingly sleeping