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P3 - Legends of Loch Cinaed Legends of Loch CináedP3 - Legends of Loch Cinaed by *MaraAum
Long ago, before the land was known as Scotland, a great Norse Berserker came to these shores with his men to rape and pillage. He was the most fearsome of his kind and none could defeat him in battle. It was said that he was the son of a god, which accounted for the Berserker's ferocity in battle.
The Celts and Picts were no match to this brutal slayer. He had no mercy even for the innocent. His brutality was so great that he cared not for what was sacred or profane. Thus, he committed an atrocity on the sacred soil of a Celtic Goddess. The Goddess rose up in anger against the son of the north and cursed him. Sh
P3 - BOOM BOOMP3 - BOOM by *MaraAum
By Mara Aum
Within the deepest, darkest, and least used classrooms of Hogwarts, light flickered through the portal of a less than ancient door. The battered wood gave the impression of age but was only about two months old. It was cracked open, allowing a glimpse into the dirty confines within. It was like no other place in the ageless school's grounds. Large oxidizing machinery and tools where strewn about in chaotic organization. A rough hewed wooden table was overcome with haphazard piles of papers and gadgets. The general scent of engine oil and burning permeated the air. Yet the low light seemed to give it's dark dingy surrounding
P3 - Floundering in the Dark Floundering in the DarkP3 - Floundering in the Dark by *MaraAum
By Mara Aum
Thomas James Ryan Doyle was feeling better. He wouldn't say he felt fine, but 'better' would be a mildly accurate assumption. Hanging out with Bishop had kept his mind off the painful hole that was threatening to consume him. He had managed to not think about his father's death for a full five minutes at one point. Things were looking up.
Who was he kidding? The reprieve was nice, but as soon as the company of good friends and sugar were not readily at hand, the sweeping waves of anger, pain and guilt battered against the dam he had forcibly put up in his psyche. Those emotions began to leak though the c
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