Monday, February 17, 2014


Qgcsbip. Qrtppy. Zrtssgi.

You can't stay in one place forever.

Wards. Herbs. Spells. All just phantasmal illusions you use to shield yourselves.

They are all as substantial as the early morning fog, that surrounds where you hide, just before the break of dawn.

My Lord's dawning is not one of warmth or joy but of fire and wrath.

With each day you let pass, the sooner your death comes.

Now move.
Tigp ei.


Monday, January 6, 2014


Ah, we see the cogs finally turning. Cjecg, tecg, teggelb mwmy.

For you to live so long, obviously you had to have had some level of intellect.

That or a mountain of luck.

Now let's get down to business: obviously, I'm going to kill you, both of you, before this is all over. However, how quickly, and how painfully, is up to your level of cooperation. I'm going to revel in your deaths regardless, though He wants something, something that, at this point, only Bernard knows. We'd ask Ecko, but he's in no position to be helping anyone at this point. His mind was left such a mess after the death of Drake that we've decided to simply set him aside, just in case a few random wires cross and a spark sets off in that husk of a brain of his. 
Poor thing so frail...
Raz, you and D were a mistake. You never should have become. Period. So, if Bernard doesn't cooperate, and help us with our goal, you will die first, and you will die slowly, painfully, helpless, and acutely aware of every incision, break, tear, burn, and bite I inflict upon you.
Pain is a thing I know well...
When the time comes Bernard, you'll know exactly what we want.
Mlh holt bevi el, otdirwesi wdmt wejj coki wejj ai nmr worsi...
Nmr worsi.