The Son of Rome
As much as Griffon had tried to rope me into it, I had never been a member of the Rosy Dawn. Not truly. There were certain duties that a slave simply could not ignore, no matter the attire they wore or the co...
2021-09-13 04:14:35 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
One of the better indicators of a person‘s character was the way they treated their juniors. The hunger for standing was a natural element of every human soul, and the temptation to abuse that standing ev...
2021-09-11 18:30:08 +0000 UTC View Post???
You are nothing.
Liquid purpose burns a trail down your throat, melting through fragile linings of tissue and sinew. You’ve always been proud of your constitution, in those quiet moments of honesty you believed y...
2021-09-03 02:41:37 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
“That went differently in your head, didn’t it,” I said, eyeing the ink-black pile of bones and bile that Sorea had vomited into my open palm. They were warm, warmer than they should have been. Scorchin...
2021-09-02 01:52:48 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
It had to be said. For all of my accolades and for all of my majesty, for all that I was the only man that could ever be me, I was not perfect. I had my failings. And even more egregious than that, I was no...
2021-07-29 20:57:33 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
“Is it always like this?” I asked the girl in the sun ray silks. I waved vaguely, encompassing the entirety of the lounge pavilion. Her lips curled down, the only facial feature not obscured by her golden...
2021-07-25 02:31:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
It paid to have friends in high places, after all.
The temple of the Oracle was an eerie edifice. Frankincense and myr hung thick in the air, stifling the senses and making the eyes burn. Walking thro...
2021-07-21 14:47:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
Anastasia drew attention as a matter of course. It was a consequence of her status and appearance both - men couldn’t help but steal what glances they could when she was nearby. But as she choked and coughe...
2021-07-21 07:07:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
The Oracles were divine messengers, sent down to us lowly men from the heights of Olympus Mons. They transcribed the words of immortals, writ large upon the world, and gave them to us in a form we could und...
2021-07-17 05:06:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
The Raging Heaven Cult was a series of connected estates and valence communities, growing like weeds around the foot of Kaukoso Mons. Similar to the Rosy Dawn in its construction, the various estates were con...
2021-07-13 04:23:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
Anastasia was what a charitable man would call dangerous. I’d known from the moment I felt the searing heat of her influence, and again the instant I’d seen the cruel amusement in her eyes while Sol bat...
2021-07-12 23:08:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
I woke up and immediately regretted it.
Remnants of the funeral drums echoed behind my eyes, an unbearable throbbing that turned my stomach. My body ached down to the marrow of my bones, and my mouth wa...
2021-06-30 06:17:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
I had come to the sanctuary city of Olympia to convene with the Oracle. Instead, I now found myself in a rowdy club, accompanying my new Heroic companions to an after-funeral drinking wake of sorts. As the ...
2021-06-27 03:55:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Miss-tocrat
She didn’t know what to do.
After Lydia’s uncle dismissed them from the study, her mother and Aunt Raisa took the five of them back to Raisa’s suite within the estate. The two Heroic women s...
2021-06-25 05:27:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
In the time it took my heart to beat twice, Scythas had covered a distance that contained hundreds of citizens and lesser cultivators. I followed as fast as I was physically able to, but the difference in our...
2021-06-24 05:10:57 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
Sol and Scythas vanished down an alleyway in pursuit of a kidnapping. A beat passed.
“You’re not going after them?” The cultivator with the bow asked me. He was less cautious now, tension easing...
2021-06-22 05:12:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
If the chanting was any quieter than the funeral drums, it was impossible to tell. Eight voices carried as one from the center of the agora, at a volume that was difficult to believe. In all my life I’d onl...
2021-06-19 07:43:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
The thunder of funeral drums drowned out all else. Around us, men and women of lesser constitution cried out soundlessly, gripping their ears and collapsing in the streets. It was a pitiful sight. Idly, I d...
2021-06-13 17:48:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe Son of Rome
“You’re an observant one, Solus.”
“Thank you, uncle.”
“I wasn’t finished.”
“Sir.”
“A keen eye is a virtue, but only if you...
2021-04-23 07:00:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe Young Griffon
Twenty arms of pankration intent pulled me from the sea, a crawling mass of grasping hands heaving me up and over the bow of the encroaching ship. I spat sea water and raked a hand through my soaked hair, s...
2021-04-10 06:11:45 +0000 UTC View PostSlayer of monsters.
It was a title he’d been given the day he ascended, a title most cultivators within the Heroic Realm received, sooner or later. A natural consequence of the lives they lived. He took pride in it, as he knew his wife and...
2021-04-09 08:28:34 +0000 UTC View Post