Wicked Saints™

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Join us for the launch of Wicked Saints, a genera defying adventure of epic proportions. Elements of future-tech and fantasy are blended with an array of heros and anti-heros that create a whirlwind of character clashes and throw sparks and ignite adventure in all directions through time and space.

Here is a sneak peak::

“ “The drops of rain hit the ground hard poping little puffs of dust into the air before the water has a chance to saturate the ground. In a few places the droplets hiss as they splatter accross embers that still glow and radiate heat. The occasional licks of flame scatter and hide from the the warm rain as the sun sets, it own light fracturing into a wash of red orange purple and deep blue sky. The edge of this burning smoking desolation stretches off into the distance with only the green hills and mountains off in the distance reassuring me that the entire world was not consumed by what ever befell this place. My muscles ache and my neck cracks sharply as I raise my head to get a better look at my surroundings. My vision turns red in one eye as blood spills down one side of my face. A quick check reveals that, like the rest of me, my head is bruised, cut and burnt on one side, but intact. What happened to me... to this place... I... My thoughts are cut short as a gaunt clawed hand starts to push up though the ash and dirt. Adrenalin rushes so hard I can taste it, blood starts pounding in my chest as I draw my sword and leap twords the clawed hand. As my sword cleaves through the air I realize the hand is grasping in a desperate, helpless way and the claws are actually delicately painted, if blackened, nails. Sheathing my sword I begin to dig. As the hand starts to go limp I dig faster and faster. The setting sun pushes its last few rays through the smoke and clouds to highlight what I've found... Diamond in the rough does not begin to describe what I've just uncovered. She seems to be breathing. I carry her to an outcropping of rock as the rain falls slowly washing away some of the dirt and ash coating us. Perhaps she knows... Before I can finish my thought the all too familiar sensation of cold steel against my throat causes me to instantly freeze long before the low gravelly voice tells me to. As I prepare to do the opposite by grabbing and twisting the muddy arm holding the knife I hear a female voice, also behind us, gently but firmly command us to separate and drop our weapons. I'm surprised as the knife eases pressure. The man behind me then makes a point of slowly sliding it across my neck as it is lowered and put away. Fantastic, one more small cut for my collection. As I turn around I see why the man behind me was so quick to do as he was told. Standing 20 feet away a very small dark haired woman is holding a very large gun in our direction. Mud drips off the gun as she gestures us to move away from the unconscious woman I carried to the rocks. All right she says, wtf happened here. You first since you seem ready to kill that other guy. Merely a pre-emptive attempt to be in a position of control, much as you are in right now. I meant no harm just wanting to make sure no harm came to me. The last thing I remember I was riding on a train as requested in a mysterious telegraph. Now why don't you tell ME how... I'll ask the questions! barked the little woman. Telegraph? train? OK your clearly insane, who dresses like that anyway. OK, you, other guy, spill it. I realize that the last and in fact the only thing I can remember is... cold, deep, endless, darkness slowly pulling me in... I recoil from my own mind and try to explain that I don't remember anything. Mmmhmm, really? SERIOUSLY? Is that the best you can do? I should shoot you for thinking I'm stupid enough to believe that. She says with simultaneous disbelief, contempt and fury. Suddenly the rain stops as the last rays of sunlight slide behind the mountains and a shocked look spreads across the small womans face, her eyes locked on something behind us. I turn once more and nearly fall over in disbelief... the woman I had carried was not only awake but she was hovering a foot above the rock I had layed her on. Perhaps even more shocking large metal wings were fanned out on either side of her, glistening as the rain dripped off of them. One seemed to be glowing and the other seemed to be drawing light into it. They vibrated with power, SHE vibrated with power. She seemed to be in a trance when without warning she cried out with a piercing and haunting sound as blood suddenly gushed out from a wound in her side and she dropped hard to the ground unconscious and in disarray.“ ”

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