accountants
The Vigilante Accountant.
(This scene was so unexpected, I had to blog it. =D)
The serial killer was a broken conglomeration of bones, flesh and liquid. The limbs entangled with itself, a parroting of a doll thrown haphazardly in a heap at Khary's feet. The blood from the various open wounds that Khary had inflicted created a billowing pool of red, its thick rich substance ebbed outwards from around the very still corpse. Synn was impressed?
Ernie and the Lich
Ernie raised his head and gazed up, his eyes narrowed against the sting of the ice particles that were being driven into his face by the relentless wind. Even the towering blue and white mass of the glacier, it seemed, was no sure protection against the power of the northern storms. It had been a long, hard journey. Ernie had crossed plains, oceans, swamps, forests, and mountains of increasing steepness. Now only one climb remained.
Pogrom
(A Comedy in One Part)
Hoarkin jerked awake, almost falling out of his saddle. Esdee was snorting and acting skittish. Not the normal reaction his ram had when entering Stormwind, but the usual reaction at battlefields. Gripping his reins tightly, Hoarkin glanced wildly about, looking for the danger. Then he saw the body.
And the next one.
