The next morning the party awoke before dawn and began preparing to leave. Some had business to finish in the city but it was agreed that everyone would meet at the main gate at high noon ready to leave. Goldwin accompanied the Holy Warrior, Sethic, and Darksun into the bazaar square. Sethic had promised to outfit the savage ranger with the finest gear he could find. This, goldwin soon found out, would be a severe test of sethic’s faith. They scoured the bazaar and found only one thing the ranger wanted. It was one large red bead that, in his tribe, would make him rich. Sethic refused to purchase the bead for him but Goldwin helped Darksun to purchase it with his own gold.

Goldwin found amusement in the fact that Sethic could not understand the ranger’s value system. The bead itself cost the ranger ten gold, but considering he still had a full purse to spend, he had little problem giving the merchant the ‘worthless’ metal for the ‘priceless’ bead.

At high noon the three companions met the rest of the company at the main gate and set off for the Taurmon. The day was perfect for travel, no rain and plenty of sun. Goldwin decided that the party needed some marching music so he pulled out his instrument and began inflating the bladder. The first few notes were a bit off but after he had it ready the bagpipe sounded sweet to his half elven ears.

The rest of the party didn’t seem to think so. Shroud, the Blade Dancer, came up behind the bard and slipped his dagger through the bladder and that was the end of the music, for while at least.

The disgruntled bard began the repairs on his stricken friend and long time traveling companion, vowing, the next person trying such a trick would meet with something a bit nastier than a few sour notes. Every one’s a critic, no appreciation for real art.

That night the company made camp in the hillsbordering Edayn Rhide and Ekhari Rhide. The guard was set and everyone settled down for a good nights rest. Goldwin sat up most of the night mending his pipes. That morning he found his opportunity for revenge.

He crept up to a hill over his sleeping companions and quietly prepared to greet the sunrise. When the sun pierced the far horizon goldwin began his song. He struck up the pipes and played until all his companions were awake.

They all gave him threatening glares but then started to laugh until the only sound was that of laughter. Camp was broken and then they started off on the trail once again. Goldwin promised to play only when asked and everyone else promised never to let him have the last watch again.


That day on the trail they saw a sight they could hardly believe. Two large birds were fighting over a vast swamp. Though, the closer the company got to the swamp the less the birds looked like birds. When they recognized the creatures for what they were they could hardly believe their eyes. They were two dueling dragons! They were of two different colors. The first was black as midnight. The other was silver. As the party approached the two grappled and fell into the swamp. Immediately, Robert, the Holy Man, wanted to rush in to aid the silver in its obvious struggle against the evil one. Sethic, though grudgingly, agreed and they prepared to rush, in by themselves if necessary. The rest of the company was sure that the whole company was over matched but Robert’s plea gave them all hope that they could survive, and in they went.

The location of the dragons was not difficult to tell due to the growls and shrieks echoing through the swamp. It took the whole company a few minutes to get to the scene but when they got there the sight was not good. The silver had little or no wings left and was pinned under the black. The silver was obviously going to loose and quickly. Hurriedly Darksun loosed an arrow, it served little more than a distraction to the evil creature. At the same moment, though, Sethic and Gene rushed in to do close battle with the dragon. As soon as they got close a globe of pure blackness appeared. Then a few minutes later Gene game flying out of the blackness and Sethic soon followed, both landed face first in the mud. Then Darksun let fly with a few more arrows, one must have struck home. The beast cried out and then lifted off and headed north. Soon the blackness faded and the silver dragon was lying there, dead. Everyone assumed that Robert would want to bury the good dragon’s body so they set to work on a hole big enough to hold the huge body. Goldwin walked around the body and, when no one was looking began removing parts of the carcass. Soon everyone noticed this and told him to stop. Goldwin, having enough to make him wealthy, complied. Then robert surprised all of them. He told everyone that it was wrong to bury a creature of such goodness in a place such as this and it was even worse that it had died in the first place. He explained that he planned to try and bring the dragon back to the living once more. He also said that such a feat was beyond the power of one at his level but, if Fate smiled on his actions, anything could happen. Everyone was skeptical but they complied with his wishes and prepared for the casting. Goldwin decided it was time to return to the horses outside the swamp with his treasure of dragon parts before the situation got sticky.

Soon after night fall Robert was ready for the casting of the resurrection. He began by calling to his deity and pleading the injustice of such a creatures death. Then half way through his prayer a light surrounded Robert and as he touched the body of the dragon the light drained away from him and into and around the body. Then the light faded. Everyone held their breath, including Robert. Soon the body shivered and the dragon began breathing again. The dragon was alive! Everyone but Robert backed away. The great head turned to Robert and began to speak.

“Where am I? Oh, yes, the shadowed one… killed me.” Then it notice Robert as if for the first time. ” Who are you that you can call me from the dead? A great wizard, or perhaps a high cleric. Either way I am in your debt, name your price but, be careful of what you ask for, you may get more than you hoped for. ”

Robert was too stunned by his achievement to respond at first, but then the situation finally registered and he replied,” I ask nothing more than the simple satisfaction that good has and will prevail in the end.”

The dragon chuckled and replied,” there is little I can do to make such a thing happen, but I will certainly try my best. In proper repayment for your deed I will tell you where to seek treasure. To the north, in the Rhom Gwayth there lies ruins of an ancient city, there lives the one that killed me. Destroy him and his treasure will more than repay my debt to you and your companions. Fare you well in your adventures and may Fate protect and guide you.” With that the dragon bounded into the air on his mighty wings and flew off toward the north.

After the party recovered from the shock of what had just transpired they approached Robert to be sure he was all right. When they drew near Robert suddenly dropped to his knees and then fell, face first, into the mud of the swamp. A few moments later the company was back at the horses and there it was decided to camp for the night. Goldwin took first watch and then retired when he awoke Darksun for the second.

The next morning Robert was awake but he seemed a little different. Sethic had the last watch before dawn and he said that the cleric had bolted upright and then scrambled away from the fire. All the time he was mumbling like a mad man about the monster in the fire calling to him. Sethic had returned Robert to the camp but he refused to go within twenty feet of the camp fire. After everyone had risen a hasty meeting of the company was called and it was found that, in payment for the immense power he had granted Robert, Fate had taken part of his sanity. Though it seemed only to be an aversion to fire, it could get worse. Everyone pledged to keep a close eye on him. That settled, they were off again.

Goldwin arose the next morning with a splitting headache. Last night was just a hazy memory at best. It was late morning outside. The bed was just so comfortable though.

Finally, Goldwin decided it was time to get out of bed and use what was left of the day to find out what he could about this mission for the mage’s guild. He was also curious about who else had been summoned to Ormzahd by this mage, Kisis.

Locking the door behind him Goldwin wandered downstairs to find something to eat. Upon entering the eating hall smells of well done meat and fresh baked bread wafted through the air. Casually taking a seat at the bar Goldwin called for the bar keep.

Absorbed in thoughts of what he would order to break his nights fast Goldwin failed to notice the disturbance at the other end of the bar. When he did notice he saw a well tanned yet savagely dressed man pickup and level his spear at the inn keeper and mutter something he didn’t understand. This standoff continued until Goldwin arrived on the scene, to satisfy his curiosity more than anything.

“Good day gentlemen,” Goldwin began,” what seems to be the trouble here?”

The bar keep said angrily,” This savage bastard ordered an expensive meal and when I asked for payment he filled my hand with these!” The man thrust a hand full of colorful beads and shiny stones toward Goldwin. The beads were pretty and the rocks could, with a little work, make nice ornamentation but they were hardly gems of any quality.

“Fat man behind bar not know value of stones and beads,” the dark skinned fellow with the long spear stated quite matter-of-factly.

“Surely this can be settled without the need of bloodshed,” Goldwin gently pointed out. ” There is no need for your spear friend,” he took a step toward the savage and the point swung around to about an inch of piercing his chest. This fellow just would not listen to reason. One of these days, Goldwin thought, my curiosity is going to get me a spear in the chest, or worse.

Rounding on the bar keep Goldwin said,” what is this huge bill that you claim he has built up?”

The barkeep shot the spear man a frigid glance and said without stuttering,” Ten gold for poached sturgin and scrambled roc eggs.”

Ten gold! Goldwin looked at the plate on the bar and back to the bar keep. ” I don’t believe you understood me,” Goldwin replied,” I meant the bill for that one plate which could barely feed a kitten let alone the likes of a man such as him,” Goldwin pointed at the savage for emphasis.

The bar keep glanced down at the plate of half eaten fish and still steaming eggs and then back to Goldwin. Noting the Bard’s Sigil on Goldwins instrument case he smiled.

“Ten gold? Did I say ten gold? I meant two gold noble sir, two gold.” The bar keep fidgited a bit and continued,” if you’d like sir I could just charge it to your account since your obviously with him any way.”

“What do you mean?” Goldwin wasn’t sure what this snake was up to but it could not be good.

“I mean, sir, that you both have a mutual employer, at least that is what the page said this morning when they,” gesturing towards the savage,” came in,” finishing with a satisfied grin on his face.

Goldwin turned to the savage and asked,” Are you here by the summons of someone?” trying to be as subtle as possible.

Still pointing the spear at his chest the savage said,” The great magic weaver Kisis Atrius sent a message to our elders who sent me in answer.”

Goldwin pondered the meaning of this development only seconds before saying to the barkeep,” Yes, put the food on my bill. My friend and I have much to discuss.”

Goldwin led the savage to a table further from the satisfied bar keep. They spent the rest of the morning talking. The “savage” was no more savage than the inhabitants of this city but his ways were more suited to the wilds of the forests than a city this size. They decided to explore the city and see what else they could find out about this mysterious mission they were going on for Kisis.

Outside the bar, a man lay in the gutter of the street. Coal black hair and more than a few days growth of beard gave the man an extremly rough appearance. A very fine covering of dust layered the clothes and skin of the man indicating he had recently been on the road. The only odd thing that caught Goldwin’s eye was the blade strapped to the back of the figure. Very slinder blade but still the length of a long sword. Goldwin stepped over the prostrate figure and set out for the Bazaar Square. Rumors can always be found, or bought, there.

Discreetly Goldwin began to probe the beggars for any information on why the mage’s guild might have need for outside help but no information was forthcoming. As the sun sat Goldwin returned to the inn to see if anyone else had arrived for the Kisis’ important mission. He wasn’t prepared for what awaited his return.

The bar room was a mess to say the least. Tables overturned, mugs and ale strewn about as though a herd of cattle had stormed through the bar room. The only people in the room were the savage and the man from the gutter Goldwin had seen as he left. They sat at one of the few whole tables in the bar and talked as if they were old companions. Goldwin approached the table.

The new man glanced in his direction and said,” If you’ve come to drink, your welcome. If you’ve come to fight, your late.”

Goldwin looked at the savage and said,” Has this one come to jois us?”

Darksun replied,” Yes, this man, Gene, arrived after you leave and begin drinking. After words with a mercenary he begin fight that end with us at this table and the mercenaries arrested. Kisis sent for him too.”

The new man introduced himself as ” Gene Erikson, Sword Dancer of the Southern Academy.” Goldwin sat down and they commenced to learn of his dangerous travels to this city and the many duels he had fought in his past.

As the patrons of the Inn’s bar began to seep in they decided to move their discussion to Goldwin’s room. The evening passed and dawn found Darksun up and chanting his greeting to the sun. Gene elected to sleep in until the ale had left his head. Goldwin had some last minute items to aquire before going to the meeting.

Goldwin returned to the inn for mid day meal and the page from the guild appeared in the door. The three were summoned to the guildhouse. They were swept through the guarded door and into a maze of corridors until they found themselves in a grand meeting hall. Four others had arrived just this morning and they too waited within.

After a few minutes of greetings and introductions The group was seated around a table sipping chilled wine and nibbling on sweetbread. The four new members of the group were Robert and Sethic of Cuthbert. Shroud, another Sword Dancer but of the Northern Academy. Finally a young mage named Narnoth.

Kisis entered after only a few minutes wait and greeted the group. His face then became very serious and he began.

“There are major forces in motion across the lands.” He continued,” Each of these powers would like nothing more than to see me removed. Recently a person entered my laboratory to kill me. I have narrowed it down to one place.” He pulled a ring from some hidden pocket and handed it to the cleric. ” This ring is, unfortunately, the only thing left of the foolish man who thought to kill me. The symbol on the ring is that of a guild in the Edayn Rhide. I will hire you all to go to Taurmon and seek more information on the individual responsible for this failed attempt on my life.”

The ring came finally to Goldwin’s hands and the symbol was indeed from the Edayn Rhide, The high guild of assassins to be precise. This was going to be one of those very perilous adventures, he could tell.

“Oh well,” he thought,” it isn’t the first time I’ve been in the stew pot. Probably not the last either.”

Along with the rest of the group he accepted the job. Kisis granted each of them enough gold to equip them sufficiently. They all agreed to meet back at the Gilded Unicorn Inn at sun down to discuss their mission. Outside the guildhouse they seperated to finish equiping themselves and attend to any other buisness.

The mists of memory cleared from his mind as they usually did and he could see the road beneath his feet once again. He knew in the back of his mind that this road would take him to the great city of Ormazahd. Once there he knew also that he must go immediately to the Mage’s Guild to speak to an Sorcerer named Kisis Atrius.

As he approached the city he had no problem getting through the gate. The guards took one look at the summons that was sent to him and quickly rushed him through the paperwork needed to enter the city. With directions from the guards he wandered into the vast sea of bodies that flowed down every street and ally as far as the eye could see.

Following his rogue’s instinct he found himself in the Grand Bazaar. After listening to the pitiful excuses for bards around the square he decided to show them what a real bard was. Finding a highly visible spot he stood over the crowd and began to recite an ancient elvish poem that his aunt had taught him. He began to draw a crowd and at the end of the recital a few copper interspersed with silver appeared at his feet. Scooping up the generous offerings he began to prepare for a musical follow up but didn’t get a chance.

About the time he was ready to begin playing, a town constable appeared out of the crowd and informed Goldwin that he must have a permit to play in the square for profit.

Slightly upset Goldwin was forced to pack up his belongings and move along on his business.

“Oh well,” he thought,” I still need to report to the guild and then, find a room for the night.”

It was high noon and the streets seemed busier, if that were possible. Wandering through the city he came upon another gate. He was stopped and asked to sign his name before he passed through. He asked where the Mage’s Guild could be found. The guard pointed down the road.

He thanked the guard for the information and passed through the gate. The city seemed to become more elaborate as he walked down the main road to the next gate. Upon his approach to the next gate he stopped and signed his name again and this guard pointed to a hill just passed the gate. On top of that hill was a great, twisted tower that appeared to have grown to its current shape. It’s size was rivaled only by the actual castle where the Overlord of Ormazahd held court.

Hesitating only a moment to catch his breath, Goldwin began the climb to the guild house and he began whistling a tune he ad picked up somewhere.

The structure seemed only to grow larger and larger as he neared it. This, he supposed, was for the dramatic effect on those who might disturb the old dusty mages and sages from their similarly conditioned tomes and scrolls. Goldwin was never much of one to set still and study anything for very long. His instructors had tried to find anything that would hold his attention as a child. Finally a troop of bards traveled through his Father’s Duchy and stopped long enough to infect Goldwin with a wanderlust that, to date, had never let him settle down for more than a month or so. Of course, his father was furious when he found out that his youngest son wanted to wander across the country side and frolic with the common people. His mother, however, decided to let him learn music and poetry from her elven culture and hired a tutor for just that task.

His older brother, Grimble, was always his fathers favorite anyway. He was the son who would inherit the throne one day. Goldwin’s father simply forgot about his roguish son and began to concentrate his attention on his heir. Typical to his short lived race he was a very single minded individual.

Returning to the task at hand, Goldwin found he was standing in front of the door of the guild and looking a short but well armed dwarf, eye to forehead.

“What might ye be lookin’ fer here yung’n?” the rough looking fellow said in as civil a tone as Goldwin had ever heard a dwarf use.

“I was summoned to this place to meet with the Sorcerer, Kisis Atrius. Can you please advise him that I have arrived.” Goldwin’s melodical voice seemed not to ease what tension was present in the eyes of the dwarf at the mention of the sorcerers name.

“Ye’ll have to return in two days time ’cause the high whach’ye mcall’em, Kisis, ain’t see’n nobody t’day.” the dwarf grumbled.” ‘Sides rest of y’r group ain’t arrived in town yet.” he added.

Group? There wasn’t anything in the message about any group. Oh well, one could never figure out what a mage was truly planning until he decided to tell you. Next on the agenda, a room for the night.

“Where am I supposed to sleep while I wait for the rest of this ‘group’ to arrive? I haven’t enough coin to rent even a gutter in this town, let alone a room.” Goldwin hoped the dwarf was fooled by his lie.

Eyeing the young half elf suspiciously he said,” I’ll see what they have to say ’bout that. Stay here.” The dwarf turned and entered through a smaller, dwarf sized, door in the larger one and slammed it shut. Goldwin heard a flurry of clicks and clacks and then silence.

About fifteen minutes later the dwarf returned with a young man who held a small box in front of him.

“This boy’ll lead you to an inn. He’s enough coin to get y’r room’n meals fer the two days ye’ll be wait’n.” The boy bowed slightly and began to descend to the road below. The dwarf just mumbled something and went back to his post.

Goldwin gave the dwarf a deep, flourished bow and turned to follow the boy, whistling a light marching tune taught to him by a dwarf he once knew.

Passing through the gate below was much easier than the last time. When the guards saw the boy approach they cleared a path for he and Goldwin. The ‘rabble’ realized what was happening as the boy passed and held their breath until they saw Goldwin. Obviously not a mage they assumed him to be some noble and bowed or curtsied appropriately. Not knowing what to do Goldwin picked up the pace.

Through the winding streets the boy lead until they reached an inn with a sign depicting a golden unicorn, proclaiming this to be the Inn of the Gilded Unicorn, suspended above the entrance. The boy entered and Goldwin followed suit. The boy must have been recognized for when the duo entered the room the bar grew quiet. After a few moments, since no one recognized Goldwin, everyone returned to their unfinished conversations and drinks.

The page walked directly to a man who appeared to own the establishment. To this man the boy handed the coffer and a scroll that materialized from the folds of his robes. Then the boy turned and left the inn.

The man didn’t notice the page leave. After reading the scroll and inspecting the contents of the coffer he threw a key to Goldwin. Without a word the man disappeared into the back, coffer and all.

The tag on the key displayed the number four. Ready to relax for awhile Goldwin retired to his room to freshen up and ready himself for an evening of roguish delights.

Some very, very old fiction i dredged up from high school days. It a journal for a character i played in one of our most epic games. I never finished the tale because life and then poor memory kept me from getting it all down.


The street was dark and filled with terror in every shadowy crevice. The young maid walked quickly along her way to her secure home, hoping to go unnoticed. Little did she know of the eyes watching her and the minds plotting their evil actions.

Wanting to reach home by the quickest possible route she veered down a narrow ally, her first mistake. About half way through the ally she heard a faint scuff of a boot on the cobblestones behind her. Her natural reaction was to run the rest of the way home but curiosity over powered this instinct and she turned to look behind her, her second mistake. Suddenly the night flashed with brilliant colors and then faded as she saw three figures advancing from the end of the ally toward her.

As the young woman fell into the arms of the thug who had hit her from behind another figure appeared from the mouth of the ally behind the three companions of the assailant. Quiet as death he glided into the ally and approached the four figures. They noticed him almost too late, even though their fate had been sealed even before they had accosted the lady.

The largest, and most likely leader, turned toward the small figure approaching and said in a confident tone,”Leave this place now if you ever plan to see the light of day again, little friend.”

His companions all joined in a chorus of giggles and planned to watch the little man run from their brutish comrade. The four thugs began to surround their new prey and prepared to pounce. However, the stranger had other plans for the evening.

The small figure stood his ground until he was completely surrounded. Then he gave his reply to the leaders bravado. A solid kick to the throat sent the large man flying back into a wall. He slid down the wall, to the ground and slowly, painfully, began to drown as blood seeped into his lungs from his crushed windpipe.

With their largest man down the three other hoods weren’t so sure about their new “victim. The one” who felled the woman was the next to act. He moved swiftly, as any professional killer does, and drove a two foot, serrated blade deep into the side of the small but deadly man.

The response to this was not as simple as the thug was planning. Every other man he knew would have fallen dead at his feet from a wound as wicked as this, not counting the poison that was ever present on this blade. The small figure lashed out with a back hand and knocked the astonished murderer back to the street. There he lay, dead of a broken neck. The knife that protruded from the man’s side was the focus of the last two thugs who looked like they had just seen a ghost, or worse.

Pulling the knife from his side the figure attempted to hand it to one of the last two still standing. Chuckling to himself he dropped the knife at their feet and took a step back.

The duo then looked at the blade and saw what used to be a fine blade, corroded till it was useless as a blade of any kind. Exchanging fearful glances they began to back away form this obviously inhuman opponent.

“You can have the wench,” one said.

“She ain’t worth dying for, just let us go,”the other pleaded.

“The only thing I hate worse than inept criminals are cowardly ones,”the stranger said in a eloquent yet bone chilling voice. Then he began to shiver and the two hoods froze in their tracks out of uncertainty. That was their last mistake. As they watched, the small figure appeared wracked with pain. Then just as the shivers subsided the form exploded into a blur of steel-gray fur and before they could even scream their last prayers they were ripped apart by the jaws of the creature known only as Goldenfang.


When the maiden finally awoke she was looking at an elegant half elven figure. Her belongings had been gathered neatly near her. He helped her to her feet with out a word and together they exited the ally. Her head was still a bit hazy and she had a splitting headache, there looked to have been a great battle of some sort. It appeared as though there were, at one time, four bodies two of which had been ravaged by some wild creature. Perhaps she had been accosted by some evil denizen of the night. Then this fellow, and his four companions, had come to rescue her. If that was indeed the reason for the carnage then this gentleman had just lost some of his friends.

She hesitated then asked,”Did you know those poor souls?”

With a startled glance at her he replied,”In a manner, yes. Calm your unease, no one will mark their passing.”

Gathering her wits, yet still confused a bit she introduced herself,”My name is April. Thank you for coming to my aid. I and my family are in debit. Surely, my father will reward you and possibly cover the cost of burial for those others.”

“I apologize, I cannot escort you to your home. As for the disposal of those others, I believe I the clergy can better attend to that,”he explained. “My thanks to you however. ”

“I understand… I think.”she said awkwardly, “May I at least know your name that I can recount this tail in your praise?”

He thought for a moment and said,”Most refer to me as Goldenfang. That was the title given to me by the people in this city. However, my birth name is Goldwin Gryphon.”

“Strange title for one so well mannered,she wondered “aloud. The name sounded familiar but the reason why eluded her.

Just watching him walking beside her now began to stir pleasant feelings deep within her. Slightly flushed at such thoughts she said,”It would please me greatly to see you again, if you were to remain in town awhile yet.”

He smiled a pleasant smile and said,”I move around quite a bit, the bard’s blood in my veins hasn’t cooled so much that I can settle in one place for long yet. I am flattered though.”

They had arrived at a corner just a short distance from young April’s home. Goldwin stopped and said,”I must retire now. Your house is not far and I’ll be close till your safe. ”

That said, he looked deep into her eyes and she into his. Her thoughts began to blur, the headache faded and then, in a daze, she stepped close and embraced him. At that moment, eyes still locked together, he kissed her.

It was a warm, deep, kiss that bares a person’s soul. As it came to an end he broke away from the young woman, turned and melted into the shadows of a dark ally.

Suddenly she became conscious of where she was and what the time was. Startled at this she turned and started down the street toward home and safety. One never knows what might happen on the city streets at night. The memory of the last few moments and the ally were like a fading dream in her mind already.


Goldwin stood silently in the ally and watched as his power took effect on the woman. He had almost fallen into the trap he had been avoiding for all these decades now. Once, long ago, he had actually fallen in love with a woman and let her remember everything she had learned. He had explained too much for his own good. That particular relationship had proven to be a very narrow escape from the town clergy and the her father’s torch. After that he had vowed to maintain a distance from his “meals”as much as possible. Occasionally he felt guilty but he reminded himself that if not for his intervention most of these women would have been beaten, robbed, raped or worse. Still, the price of his services seemed expensive when compared. He also reminded himself that many of his brethren would take much more than just the memories to feed on. He only took enough to survive, for a while at least.

As dawn crept into the sleepy city Goldwin’s material shape melted into mist and glided over the cobblestones till he found a sewage drain. It might not smell overly pleasant but who in their right mind would track him down here? Even if they did they would be in for a huge surprise. Goldwin had pondered once, which would be worse, the vampire’s guardian or the vampire that chased the hunter into the sunlight to battle the would-be-slayer there? An interesting question, one that Goldwin had never been forced to answer in his ninety seven years as one of the undead kings known as, Vampire.

Goldwin reached the chamber he had called home for at least fifty of those long years and resumed his normal form. Looking around the chamber he used as his quarters he found that, as usual, nothing was disturbed.

His only minion and guardian, a huge black widow spider, scurried up to him for acknowledgment. Goldwin patted the creature’s bulbous body and scratched the blood red hour glass of it’s underbelly. Sending it to it’s post while he readied for a days rest. Goldwin began to reflect on his history up to this point and all the things he had learned.

Settling in for the day he hoped he wouldn’t dream. Of all the things in the world that was the only thing he feared openly. Most of the dreams that he had were haunted by the faces and voices of the people he had killed. Though, one poor soul, beyond the others, haunted his dreams most of all. He had accidentally killed the child by feeding until there was no more to be had. This was the face that tormented him most.

“If only I could turn back the sands of time and stop my youthful foolishness.”he thought to himself as he drifted deeper into oblivion. Ah, sweet oblivion.