As I said earlier, it’s going to take a little bit longer to get content up in the near future. To worsen the situation, I haven’t felt terribly motivated as of late. I am trying to get back into the groove of things, but it has been difficult. My apologies. Anyways, I do have a snippet of a possible future chapter for you, rough and unedited, as my snippets are.

Introduction to Berle, the Flesh Sculptor

“Berle…is free?” the man said as he looked at his unshackled hands.

“Yes,” the armored knight said, “but only if you keep up your end of the bargain.”

“To serve you and your army? Bien sûr! I, Berle Windspear, vow to serve Cecil Blackoath until my debt is repaid or my life is forfeit. Surely killing for a cause is much better than killing for fun, no?”

“You’re a sick bastard. For all that you’ve done, you deserve to be in here. Which is exactly why I want you on my team. Your skill with a blade is a valuable asset. Now come. We must gather the others.”

“Oui!” the murderer gleefully chimed. “Lead the way!”

As they moved on to the next prisoner, Berle stole a saber from the body of a dead guard and quickly carved out his signature in the guard’s chest.

“C’est magnifique!“