Lich, Part 2 – Enabler

Variance equalled dominance. There was no more need to join a horde and strength almost never meant numbers. Well... not anymore. I rejoined a troupe after following the sounds of a catch in its final throes. I remember seeing the youngling rise up to dash not away from the mob, but ahead of them, to…

Lich, Part 1 – Edge & End

I remember when people used to joke about the zombie apocalypse. Fantasize about it. I get it. It’s that excuse to bash someone’s brains in with a baseball bat, or cleave them in half with a sharp edge while they shamble towards you, like some geriatric who didn’t take care of themselves. Maybe it’s someone…