The World's Greatest Gift Options

[redsrock]

The World's Greatest Gift

The world's greatest gift is sometimes deceiving
A bundle of joy, with problems that need heeding
"Think before you play", oh so says the Almighty Mother
"Or face the consequences you so which will endure"


CHAPTER ONE: The History of the 'Gift'

He rolled across the brown and dirty wool carpet floor, laughing up a storm and looking straight at me. His green eyes were staring straight into my own set, just begging me to crawl down to the floor and join him in what he would call 'fun'. He is my son, and his name is Jacob. It's funny, really, that Jacob is named after a man I once adored and now despise; a man that started my own life and then took the same thing away from the only woman I ever loved.

"Daddy, pay wif me!" Jacob yelled joyously, oblivious to anything in the world besides what he saw around him.

Little Jacob was a tad bit over two years of age, and unfortunately for me, was already talking up a storm as well. I didn't mind it too much right now because the past several years have certainly been lonely to say the least. However, when wanting to fall asleep late at night I was finding it quite difficult. The little runt always napped from around five o'clock in the afternoon until about eight at night, meaning he just a raging ball of energy at night, and especially when I wanted to get some shuteye of my own. I would wake him up if I could, but that is, I cannot. I just don't have the heart to do it, nor do I have the heart to scold him when he does wake me up, which has been quite often lately.

The reason I speak of this time of lonesome is because two years ago Jacob's mother, and my wife, was killed by a drunken mad man who I once called my father. Now I only call him a monster, but thankfully I don't have to do it to his face, for he is locked in the city prison hopefully forever. I myself would rather see the monster killed for the terrible crimes he has committed, but alas when you are a noble things tend to fall into your lap no matter how bad of a person you are deep down inside.

And I will not bore you with the details of my father, or of how the gruesome way my wife Jennifer was killed, at least not yet anyways. I didn't even want to think about it right now, but of course that is impossible. No matter how hard I try I cannot escape the eternal nightmare that I know will haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Daddy, will you peez pay wif me?"

The only thing that truly matters now is raising my son, even if I am only twenty-three years old. Think what you want about that, because I really don't care. I'll admit, Jacob was an accident, but one that I have no regrets about whatsoever. The deed is done and there is nothing to do but be thankful that I have been blessed with such a wonderful and beautiful boy.

Besides, it's not as if I am an immature kid or anything like that. Jennifer and I were more than able to provide Jacob with whatever he needed, and then some. But that is the problem; Jennifer is no longer here, and I am by myself now to take care of my son. And let me tell you one thing, it sure ain't easy.

"Alright, Jake. But not for too long, I need some rest, buddy." It was one in the morning after all. It amazed me how active Jacob was this late at night.

He threw up his small skinny hands and screamed with joy and happiness. It lifted my heart so high to see the kid happy because that is all I want right now. I love him just as much as I did his mother and I don't really care what happens to my own self, as long as Jacob is taken care of and is happy. Sure, paying for everything is a huge task I am still getting used to doing by myself, but it's going well enough to where none of our possessions are in jeopardy. Though if I keep missing weekly payments on the house something is bound to happen. I mean, I haven't paid one septim since Jen was killed. Oh well, I'll figure out something. Jennifer and I had borrowed a large sum money from her brother to pay for our two story house as soon as Jacob was born.

So I got on all fours and crawled over to Jacob, who was now hiding under our couch. Such a tactic was intelligent for a kid of his age, but bless his little heart his two tiny feet were sticking out from the couch. And as I crawled on the floor I realized how much my body was taking a beating. It hurt both of my knees so much to crawl around, and it also hurt my right shoulder as well. I work for the local ebony-mining company in Caldera, so needless to say I endured hard labor every single day.

"Where's Jakie at? I don't see him!" I asked out loud, acting as if I had not a clue where Jacob was hiding. He then giggled softly, slightly muffled under the couch. His feet started to wiggle from the laughter and that is when I grabbed them and pulled Jacob out from under the couch, lifting him high in the air by his feet. He began laughing wildly as any other toddler would, and I noticed his thin strands of dark blond hair were dangling towards the ground.

For a baby so young he sure had a thick set of hair, almost identical to how Jennifer's was styled and colored. He reminded so much of her that at that exact moment that I was holding him I sat him down on the ground and started to cry softly.

"Wut wong, daddy?" He asked me, totally sincere and caring even at his young age. The boy was more than I could ever ask for, and there were two reasons I was crying. One because I feared that soon I would not be able to provide for him anymore. I know I said I'd figure something out, but obviously that was easier said than done. For the other reason, I knew Jacob would never see his mother again. Not that he would be able to remember much anyway, if anything at all, but it was still a pain that was constantly tugging at my heart.

"Nothing, buddy, just a little something in my eyes. Are you ready to go to bed now? Daddy has to get up early in the morning tomorrow because there are many things that he needs to do."

"Ok, but will you wead me a stowy fust?"

So I took him up to his rickety wooden crib, one that I had attempted to build myself, and read him a short story from the book, Tales of Tamriel. After he at last fell asleep I blew out the candle that lit his room. Then I walked into my own room, crawled into bed, and cried like a baby for several hours.

[minque]

Awww...what a heart-warming beginning Reds! you never stop to impress me, this is most promising and I can't wait for more...

[redsrock]

Thank you, Minque! I'm glad that you like it.

[minque]

hehe I usually like your stories Reds....because they're so darn good!

[LadySaira]

Reddy! That's so... well, I'm not great at just crituqing, so I'll just have to agree with Minque, Good Work!

[redsrock]

Why thank you, LadySaira, I appreciate the "nice" comments.

Oh yeah, and just a shoutout to some realy cool dude at BGSF for making my fantastical new avvy!

[redsrock]

CHAPTER TWO: Brother of the mother

At five o'clock in the morning Jacob woke me up with his 'morning callings'. "Daddy, time ta get up!" So I threw the sheets off of me and rose from my bed, stretching my arms high into the air trying to rid all of the sleepiness from my still-exhausted body. In all honesty I should probably be thankful to have gotten that much sleep anyhow. Usually his callings would come at roughly three in the morning rather than five.

"I'm comin', Jake, just gimme a few seconds!" I yelled back. I didn't worry about changing to any street clothes just yet because breakfast was still to come, and Talos knows Jacob is one of the messiest kids I've ever seen. The one thing good about him though is that he's willing to eat vegetables, and luckily I grow a vegetable and fruit garden out back, so there's always something for us to eat.

"You ready for some..." As soon as I entered the bedroom my nostrils were filled with an awful smell and right then I knew it was time for a diaper change. "I think someone needs to be changed, Jake. What do you think?"

He simply gave me a wide grin and replied, "I went poody!"

I carefully picked him up from the bed and felt a wet spot in the front as well, which wasn't really too much of a surprise. Through all the nights spent taking care of Jacob with Jennifer I had learned to successfully change a diaper, something not too many men could say. And for that I was proud, even if it was an extremely messy business.

After the diaper was changed I carried little Jacob into the kitchen and placed him into a wooden baby-chair, another creation of mine that didn't go too well. "What'll it be today, Jake? How about some carrots?"

"Mass'd-tatoes" he stuttered. Jacob was very fond of my mashed potatoes, mostly in part because they were so soft to his gums and newly forming teeth. That's one thing I was starting fret, the teething stage. So far he hasn't had any problems but I expect that to change sometime soon.

"Okay, I'll fix you tatoes as long as you eat carrots too, alright?" He nodded and then I went to work. Another good thing about Jacob's appetite is that he preferred everything cold, which made things so much easier on me. So I fixed him a plate of mashed potatoes and some mashed carrots as well. He ate the food aggressively and then washed it down with a glass of grape juice, which I had to help him drink of course. After he was finished and I had attempted to clean his shirt from all the spilled food and drink, I took him to the living area and dropped him down into fenced play-area Jennifer's brother had built him. Then I went back upstairs to change into some clothes more suitable for travel.

Once I was dressed and ready to go I put Jacob into a light brown fur coat Jennifer had bought him just before she was killed, a couple days before I think. The coat was made from deer-hide, and was actually quite large on him still. There was a wheeled iron stroller for Jacob to sit in while riding in the streets, and it had been a present to him by my mother, who died from a severe cold just weeks before he was even born.

Outside the street was unusually busy, at least for six-thirty in the morning. Most of them were miner workers, who all waved hello while walking to their shifts. It was a Saturday and I had been given the day off by boss, a kind Imperial man by the name of Travus Willingham. He told me to take the weekend and off and get some rest. The intent of the offer was good, but the man just didn't understand that any sleep was hard enough with Jacob in the house.

So my first destination was the local nursery, where I was to drop off Jacob while I did my chores for the day. The friendly owner of the nursery, an extremely tall Dunmer woman with long black hair named Nadilia, was letting me drop him off with no fees at all. Ever since Jennifer had been killed, Jacob had been an everyday customer to the nursery whenever I went to work, and over the months Nadilia has let me off the hook from time to time in terms of payments. Of course, I owed her so much money as well. Someday I planned to pay everyone back, but unfortunately I don't think that day won't be coming soon.

"Good morning, Jacob, how are you this morning?" Nadilia asked him as soon as she saw the two of us walking through the wooden double-doors. Despite being a Dunmer, Nadilia had no qualms against any foreigners, and for that she had gained the respect of every person in town and has somewhat earned one of the best reputations out of everyone. She's even more popular than the Governor himself, but that's a whole other story for another day.

"Thank you again for everything you're doing for me, Nadilia. You don't know how much I appreciate it," I told her sincerely, but she simply raised a hand to silence me.

"Don't worry about it, Verick, I know how hard the times are for you and Jacob right now. You pay me what you can when you can," she replied with a warming smile. "Besides, I love having Jacob around. He is so well behaved, you know. I wonder where he learned his manners?" She asked, slyly giving me some fatherly credit to which I'll admit I rightly deserve.

"Well, I don't want him growing up to be a spoiled brat. Now, I will be back here this evening at around noon. Are you sure that's okay, Nadilia?"

"Not a problem. We'll still be here, won't we Jacob?" she asked the boy, playfully poking his small rounded nose with her long and blue middle finger.

"YEAH!" He answered back, but really having no clue what was going on. Since he had been to the nursery plenty of times before he usually knew when I was going to back to pick him up. Five o'clock was the usual time of getting off of work.

"Alright, you be a good boy and I'll buy you some candy on the way home. I love you, Jake."

"I wuv-ooh too, daddy," he responded. Then Nadilia leaned her shoulders to where Jacob could give me the routine-kiss he gave me every time I dropped him off at the nursery. I gave Nadilia and Jacob a final wave and then made my exit, heading straight for Jennifer's brother's house.




Bailey's and his wife's mansion was located in the northern part of the town, where the other rich folk lived. It was basically a three-story 'castle' with a basement and an standing-attic as well. Of course Bailey would never admit that his house was so nice because of the modest man he was. Unlike his parents he had followed his sister down the same road of not being an arrogant know-it-all.

And I should add that although mine and Jacob's house is located in the more 'average' income area of people, it's definitely one of the more appreciated houses. It has two levels and a baseball too, but it's not even close to being as spacious as Bailey's. Of course, his house and everything else in it was custom-made by Bailey himself. After all, he does own and run a housing business, pretty much constructing everyone's house or building in Caldera. The man is certainly talented to say the least. I don't think there's anything Bailey can't build or create. He had offered to build our house but back then he and Jen were having a bit of a spat, and so we had simply bought a house that had already been built long ago, but while borrowing money from Bailey of course.

Even though he and Jen were quite alike the two never really got along as well as you would think. Bailey was all wanting Jen and I to live in the rich area, as her entire generation had ever since the city of Caldera was originally established. But no, she wanted nothing of that life anymore, and neither could I. We were both tired of the stuck-up nobles and wanted to get out, so we did, but not without a price. In doing so Jennifer's parents had essentially disowned her and Bailey, while still on neutral terms, looked down upon us because we didn't live the 'better' people.

When I reached the doorstep of Bailey's house I knocked loudly, hoping that he was home and not out building or planning another house. When I received no answer after a minute I knocked again, this time louder. While waiting this time I looked out at the other houses and their owners. They all paid me no attention, something I had gotten used to. Jennifer and her family has always been one of the more popular and respected families. When Jen was killed by my dad everyone in Caldera somewhat blamed me for what happened, saying that if she would have never met me none of the terrible things would have happened. I lashed out, got into a couple of fights at the local tavern, and in turn I never make contact with any of the snot-rags anymore. Except for Bailey of course, but he's not a snot-rag so it's okay.

I sighed and then rounded the corner of the house and into the backyard. I figured Bailey's wife, Servia, had gone into town and Bailey himself was likely out back working on something in his workshop. Sure enough as I entered the large backyard I heard the sound of metal clanging together in the large building just about ten yards from the house itself. Bailey used the personal shop whenever he was working on personal projects. It was really a site to behold, and rather expensive as well, though money had never been a problem with Bailey and Servia.

The tall ironed-framed double doors were already opened wide to let the hot air out, so I simply walked in by myself. Bailey had his back to me, hunched over a metal table and hammering away at two medium-sized pieces of iron. He was certainly a big man, short and plump in all areas. But he was also rather fit for his large size and as strong as Kagouti because of his profession.

"Hey, Bailey!" I yelled in between hammers to make sure he heard me.

He jumped from being scared and hit his head on an iron lamp hanging just feet away from the worktable. "Damn, Verick, you sure know how to scare a guy!" He exclaimed humorously while walking over to shake my hand. Then he took off his pair of glasses and sat them on the worktable. "How's Jacob been doing lately? I haven't been in touch with you two for a while now."

"He's been great actually. But, uh, I came here to sort of discuss that matter of not talking to you a while."

Bailey wiped his dirty hands on a piece of cloth that was just as dirty, and then stood in front of Verick with his head cocked to the side looking confused. "What do you mean, Verick?"

"I...I know I've been missing payments on our house for a long time now. And..I just want you to know that I am not at all trying to hide from you. I'll get the money, it's just that things are kind of tight right now, and....."

Bailey then interrupted me by patting me on the shoulder and saying, "Don't think anything of it, Verick. You know, Servia and I were talking about this the other day. I really don't want your money anymore, seriously. I think what you are doing for Jacob is great, and let's just forget about the money shall we? I don't mean to sound rude but it's just a drop in the bucket to me anyhow."

I was extremely surprised to hear him say that, mostly because Bailey was a known stickler for getting his money from borrowers. "No, Bailey, I'll have the money someday I promise. I..."

Then he laughed loudly and said, "Verick, I am serious. I really don't want your money anymore. You have enough problems as it is and you've given enough over the years. I too blame myself for not keeping touch. I should have reached out, and especially so after what happened to Jennifer. This time has been just as hard on me as it has been for you. We need to be there for each other."

Right then I just let it all out and started crying like a baby. I immediately began hugging Bailey and he hugged right back. I didn't worry about not looking at a 'real man' because I really didn't care. To hear his words was like someone had just lifted a hundred pounds of brick from my body. I was so relieved and for that one moment I didn't have a care in the world.

"That's good to hear, Bailey. S...sorry for using you to cry on. I don't know, it's just been tough lately," I just barely said after the hugging and crying was over minutes later. It was hard to tell but I believe Bailey had been crying to. Then again it was hard to make out anything clearly so who knows.

"Not a problem, Verick. Servia and I will always be here for you and Jacob. It's a shame that my mother and father are as ignorant as they are, including everyone else here, but Servia and I will never shun you away...ever."

"Thanks, you really don't know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me, Bailey...you and Servia. I just wish there was something I could do in return," I said, still stifling back the tears.

"Then keep taking care of Jacob how you are right now. Servia said she stopped by the nursery just last week to speak with Nadilia and little Jacob was there. She said he was growing so tall and he looked so handsome. Keep doing what you're doing, Verick. Whether you know it or not you're gaining the respect of a lot of people."

"Thanks...again. Well, there's one other thing I'd like to speak to you about. Do you know of anyone who's trying to sell a small-sized home with a basement?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

Bailey smiled and asked, "How about we discuss this over dinner tonight? And bring Jacob with you."

"I'll be picking him up at the nursery at noon. Would one o'clock be okay? That way I can take him home, get him dressed and all that."

"One o'clock it is, then," he said, shaking my hand and giving me another hearty hug. 'I'll have Mara prepare a nice meal."




After I left I visited the market area and bought a couple pounds of flour, and some other regular items as well. Bailey loved to eat cake and I hadn't fixed one in a long time, so I figured I'd whip one up once we got back from Bailey's. Back at the nursery Jacob was sitting in front of the window, playing with a set of dolls Nadilia had kept handy for all the girl babies. Truthfully I really didn't want him playing with dolls, but Nadilia had assured me long ago that it was simply a fad all boys went through. I sure don't remember myself going through that faze but I believed her anyway.

"Thanks again for today, Nadilia. I swear I will repay you. One of these days I'm gonna strike it rich...or at least that's what I'm dreaming," I said with a laugh and a wink.

"Don't worry, Verick, I know you're good for your word."

"Ready do go, Jake?" I asked him as he started to run towards me when he saw that I had arrived.

"Yeah, les get can-ey!" he said, not able to say 'candy' just yet.

"I've got an even better idea, buddy. How would you like to go and have dinner with uncle Bailey and Aunt Mara?"

As soon as I asked that he jumped up and down with joy, and then we walked home and dressed into something nice for the dinner. I wasn't much of a fancy-clothes-wearing kind of a guy, but I wasn't about to wear something dirty to their place. It was just way too nice to do something like that. I dressed Bailey into a rather expensive baby-blue one piece Mara had knitted him long I figured she'd love that.

"Ready to go, Jake?" I asked after I myself had slipped into a pair of brown pants and I nice cool brown shirt.

"Yeah, les go see unca Bay-wee and Aun Ma-wa!"

I was strolling him down the street when I began to smell something burning. I immediately looked into the sky and saw an extremely dark cloud of smoke coming from Bailey's neighborhood.

"Oh, damn!" I yelled, not able to keep the cursing down to a whisper. I ran the stroller as fast as I could, but upon passing the nursery for some reason I stopped and left the stroller inside with Nadilia. "No time to explain, but I think someone's house in on fire," I yelled and then left, ignoring Jacob's crying pleas.

Then I ran as fast as I could over to Bailey's house and before I even arrived I knew something terrible had happened. Don't as me how but I just knew, and I think that is why I didn't want to bring Jacob along. Because if I really was right I didn't want him to see anything I myself wouldn't even want to see.

And as I entered the neighborhood area and saw Bailey's house, sure enough smoke had already filled the house and a raging fire was engulfing most of the gigantic structure.

[minque]

Ouch! What is this? Is Verick bad news maybe? Thrilling I must say...so more...now! Pretty please....

[redsrock]

CHAPTER THREE: The Eye of the Fire

The smoky fumes hit hard even before I entered Bailey's house itself. It filled my nostrils, clouding them up and making it extremely difficult to breath. Of course during this time I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, because obviously I didn't want to taste it as well as smell it.

When I got to the entrance of the house many bystanders were already gawking at the large fire, just standing there and talking amongst one another. They weren't even making an attempt to save Bernie and Mara from the flames.

"Why are you just standing here? Come and help me save them!" I yelled to the crowd, but mainly to the men.

"Are you crazy? I'll burn myself alive in there! The guards are on their way, just wait for them, fool!" One of the men said, someone that I did not familiarize with.

"It'll be too goddamn late by then!" I screamed back angrily. Then I climbed up the steps leading into the house and I put my hands just inches from the doors knob. without even touching the iron I could still easily tell it was hotter than a summer's night. It was impossible to enter through the front door.

So instead I ran around back and looked to the work she where Bailey was always working on his many projects. The entire building was clear of any fire whatsoever, and I took a quick peek inside just to make sure Bailey and his wife safely hidden inside. They were not.

I rushed to the back door of the house and felt my hands inches away from the handle. It was not very hot, but I still didn't want to take chances. Very carefully I kicked in the door with my right boot. The door slammed inwards off its iron hinges and fell to the ground. I couldn't see much inside because of the smoke and fire, it was as if it had already covered the entire area. To my left on the ground there was on old towel with dirtied wit grease and other mess. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my hair to protect it from the flames. I took one last deep breath and then barged inside the house.

My body was sweating tremendously from the heat and already I felt as if I were about to pass out on the spot, which was definitely saying something. I work in the mines day and day out, and even then I don't suffer much from the brutal heat. But this was different, much different.

Dammit, where would they have been when the fire started? I thought to myself quickly, not wanting to spare any time. That's when I remembered why Jacob and I were coming over to visit in the first place. We were coming over for dinner, so that means that at least Mara almost had to have been in the kitchen when the fire had started.

Jacob and I had not visited Bailey's house often, especially after Jennifer had been murdered, but I still knew where the kitchen was. It was impossible for me not remember it because the first time I had seen I had been in complete shock. The last I remember their kitchen was the finest I had ever laid eyes on: large, filled with all kinds of silverware and fancy dishes. It had truly been a sight to behold, just like the whole house. Of course, that was all changing by the second.

I rushed through the house, avoiding the flames and other debris that was covering the once-beautifully carpeted floor, until I came to the kitchen the back right part of the house. There was not a door, only an open entrance, and in the entrance all I could see was the flame circling and hovering about, just daring me to enter. I knew my chances of survival weren't too high, and I certainly thinking of Jacob during this time as well, but I wasn't about to just leave when there was at least a slim chance of Mara and Bailey still being alive. Just before I was about to hurdle through the flame-engulfed entrance an explosion went off from within the kitchen, sending me flying backwards and onto the dining room table, which itself was already on fire. I rolled off the table and tore my shirt off, because it was too was now covered in the fierce flames.

That's when the breathing got harder and harder, until finally I collapsed to the floor. The last thing I saw before passing out were three muscular shirt-less men rushing to my side. But before they reached me my body finally gave in and I saw no more.

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"Give him some room, give him some room!"

My eyes began to open and fortunately enough I found myself quite cooled down, rather than blazing hot and sweaty from the fiery house. I looked up and saw a middle-aged man's face with many wrinkles and lot of gray un-kept hair atop his head. He was yelling to people around me and only then did I realize that I had been pulled from the flames and was now lying in the grass just outside the house.

I was covered with water an blankets, no doubt given to me by the men who had rescued me from a certain death. "Where's Bailey and Mara? Are they okay?"

The man looked to me in disbelief and then began yelling back to the crowd, "I said give him some room!"

Guards in Imperial Legion armor appeared from all around and were pushing back the crowd of staring people, the same people who had selfishly thought of only themselves earlier when I had asked for their help. "Just lie still, friend, you're gonna be alright," the man reassured me, even though I knew it myself. I had likely only taken in a little too much smoke. There were also a few cuts on my arms and legs and my lower back was sore, but I was still alive.

"But where's Bailey and Mara?" I repeated, this time with more force than before.

The man looked me in the eyes and said blankly, "They are no where to be found. We got the flames under control about an hour ago and their bodies were not found. It is likely they were burnt to ashes. I'm sorry, did you know them?"

I sat up on my bottom and just stared at the grass for a few minutes, simply taking in everything. Earlier in the morning I had talked, and even cried, with Bailey. Now I am sitting here thinking about he and his wife's death. "Yes, Bailey was my brother-in-law, the brother of my deceased wife. My boy and I had been-"

I stopped midway and thought immediatly about Jacob. "My boy, I have to go get him..."

I started to get up and run away but the man called out to me, "Wait a second...", but I didn't listen. The only thing I was worried about was finding my son. It was nighttime by now, meaning that roughly three or so hours had passed prior passing out.

When I reached the nursery there were many guards standing outside with torches in hand. I said nothing to them and paid them no attention when they asked me to stop. It wasn't something I was worried about at that moment. Once I had Jacob in my arms and I would talk to them all they wanted.

But when I walked inside there were three guards standing over a body, whose head was covered with a white towel. The towel was covered in blood and the head itself was resting in a puddle of the stuck crimson substance. I didn't need to ask any questions, someone had been killed and I knew exactly who it had been.

"What happened here? Where's my boy?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Before the guards could do anything to stop me and I ran over and lifted the towel from the body's face and Nadilia's still-open eyes stared right into mine. I saw that here throat had been slashed and I quickly covered back up, took a few steps back, and then tumbled to the floor in shock.

The three guards, and the others outside who had made their way in to see what was going on, ran to me and lifted me up against the wall while I sat on my bottom. I was in so much shock I could barely breath, having to take huge gasps that shook my body violently. "W-where is m-m boy?" I just barely mumbled.

The guards looked at me with sad eyes, and then one of them said something that I really did not want to hear, even though I already knew it myself. "I'm sorry sir, but he's been kidnaped."

This post has been edited by redsrock: Jun 30 2008, 06:39 PM

[seerauna]

Cliffie! I like it so far. Maybe Verick is bad luck... Anyways good story keep writing.

[redsrock]

Thanks, seerauna. Perhaps he is, I never really thought about that.....

[minque]

Oh nooo! What a tragedy, first Bailey and wife, then Nadilia! Obviously murdered...So what has he done Verick I mean, what are his hidden secrets?

Mooooooooooooore please!

[redsrock]

Meh, they're likely won't be anymore, Minque. Sorry. I had a bad case of writer's block the past...well, week I guess. And unfortuntely it was in the middle of this story. Unfortunatly I have lost motivation for it.

[minque]

Meh, they're likely won't be anymore, Minque. Sorry. I had a bad case of writer's block the past...well, week I guess. And unfortuntely it was in the middle of this story. Unfortunatly I have lost motivation for it.

Gah you're kidding, right? What a pity! I would really like to learn more!

Well I had WB for four months but now I'm back, more productive than ever!