by Steve Turner | Mar 31, 2018
Getting ready for BSB next month here in SD.
by Steve Turner | Mar 29, 2018
There came an eerie sound counter sink to the wail of the daemon blade. Orpheus involuntarily bit his lip drawing blood, a single drop split upon his chin marring the pale whiteness. Something stirred just along the other side of the aether forming against the Geller...
by Steve Turner | Mar 25, 2018
Orpheus stood within his private quarter of the Templar Battle Barge Hell’s Fury. He removed a gauntlet and looked upon the white flesh. The scars had vanished completely. Next he removed his helm. Pitch black hair spilled down any trace of grey gone. His muscles...