Sworded Tales

Empires rise and fall.  Histories are recorded and forgotten.  Even the gods themselves wax and wane with the passing of the Ages.  What does one do when faced with the realization that the time of their species has come and gone?  That they are in fact only seeking footholds upon the slippery slope of extinction which looms all too near?  One simple precept had been engrained into a rather nondescript young Dragonborn hatchling which would unwittingly serve to mold the entire path of his destiny.

All living things perish.  What matters most is how. Continue reading

Long minutes dragged on in silence before Kevlin realized that since he had been staring at the petite woman before him, he had not felt any kind of emotion al all, not from him and not from her.  His eyes widened in wonder as an empty serenity flowed through him.  Never before had he felt so clear headed.  His thoughts were more focused and rational than he could ever remember.

In the mere span of heartbeats that this newfound data raced through Kevlin’s mind, the woman raised one delicate fist and held it out toward him.  Kevlin’s attention focused on her outstretched hand, but the young boy did not take what meaning she intended.  Then her fist suddenly opened, palm facing upward and slender fingers straining down toward the floor.  A flood of emotions hit the padawan with such force that Kevlin was utterly blinded for a moment. Continue reading

I killed 5.8 billion people.  No small feat to be sure, and the guilt plays hell on your psyche.  Then I was given the opportunity to save them, and I took it.  I was from the future, until I made the choice to travel back in time.  My name is, was, Levi Deveron, but most folks now simply know me as Slipstream.  This is my story. Continue reading