hiko-no-sakana

(Most utterences have been translated in to the langugue of the readers chioce for their convenince.) The Black Hole Drink and Dream was full of life and fun.  The zero-g sports where in full swing, all the regulars where half full of grog and lord knows what else.  This night was going to be interesting, if you can have a night on a station orbiting nothing that was also at the center of what was the largest empire the universe had yet to see that was not interesting.  Half past twelve am universal stand time (u.s.t. and a throw back of the last civilization to rull every thing this side of andromida) a small ping appears on the close rang

Time: third year of the Obliven crises. Place: Skyrim, Labyrinthian A solitary figure stood atop the northern ramparts for these meager earthen defenses would fall long before the great gates to the south broke for their stone where placed by dragons and the door made of deadra bones and blood. He watched the army as it approached with great caution, fearing his arrows and shouts and staves, never braking cover for more than a few seconds but each brake gave him notice of their coming. For in the sky all was still for even the noble and terrible dragons dared to fly over this area for long. Now nor for the last week, and they are as commo