Thomas held the tool gently, painstakingly applying his maker's mark to the silver urn. It would bring little comfort, he knew -- but it was the only method he had to pay the proper respects. Hopefully, an item of extraordinary beauty would provide a fitting home for the Crone's remains, and facilitate the memories of her Requiem and Destruction ( Read more... )

Gates carefully turned the delicate, yellowed page, his eyes scouring the words written upon it. Again ( Read more... )

Thomas sat, his normally rigid posture sagging under the weight of recent events. His jaw set, his eyes intense, the Prince of New York sat apart from the others, solitary, observing his court as they milled about, the constant dance carrying forward with the fervor of predators on the hunt ( Read more... )

http://the-mysterium.org/index.php/Dorado#Rumors

That's it, folks - hit me with those rumors!

Gates walked into the bar and looked around. He expected Smoke to choose a place like this, and the man didn't disappoint. The professor strolled in, looking out of place in the tweed jacket and jeans without holes. He couldn't figure out which smell was more overpowering - the stale smoke, spilled beer or the more...human element. A biker or ( Read more... )

I’ll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;He had helped her drift off to sleep, as he had to do so often these nights. The nightmares were getting worse - each night he had to put forth a little more effort to make sure she'd sleep through the night. To make sure she didn't dream. If she did, she'd thrash and ( Read more... )

Preface

"The cruelty of Man is as wonderous as Peru." -- Sweeney ToddIn early November 2005, Professor Frank Gates received a plain manila envelope at his Georgetown University office with no return address, but an international airmail stamp indicating a postmark in Cuzco, Peru. Gates knew that one of his colleagues had recently gone to Peru, ( Read more... )

Gates lay in bed, savoring the sensation of skin beneath his finger tips, the gentle rise and fall of sleeping breaths and that scent lingering in the darkness of the room. He allowed his eyes to relax, lose focus and finally flutter closed, his mind re-tracing the steps of the journey that led them to this place.

( Follow The Path )

The man who was just getting used to being called 'Dorado' gave his companion a small smile as they entered their adjoining hotel rooms at the MGM Grand, having just returned from the examination of several items of interest ( Read more... )

Gates collapsed heavily into a chair, watching the tall, serpentine form disappear beyond the door, the long dreadlocks swishing in cadence with an easy strut ( Read more... )