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"For The Children..." Public Motto of the Hornes Foundation The Hornes Foundation is the modern incarnation of a series of international Hunting and Philanthropic Clubs, commonly known as the Hornes Club .  The Hornes Club in turn was first founded in New England in the early 19th Century to preserve particular hunting traditions.  These traditions are even older, tied into Herne and Wild Hunt cults that go back to Roman Times. Its also a public face to a organization that is known for its ties to the entity known as Molech- sometimes called Herne, other times the Horned God.  His most frightening titles are Saturn and Child-Eater. The Wild Hunts Knowledge in regards to the Wild Hunt varies based on the sources cited.  Stories tied to the Horned God , are gruesome.  Children were used as live prey for elaborate hunts.  Because most members of the Wild Hunts were also landed gentry, efforts were made to silence anyone who shared about it.  T...

Having finished off Portland In Black, I feel a need to put down my thoughts on the story.   It took me the better part of two months to get it finished.  Noir has reached a changing point in his life, and I feel like I learned a lot from writing it. Noir Badarte is purposefully intended to be nice guy with some dead raising powers.  At the end Pottland in Black, he's acquired a partner of sorts.  He has met and learned some of the secrets of the world.   Noir meeting the Wolf was the main reason I wrote the story.  The Wolf is part of very old pet project of mine.  He and his fellows are central to another very epic story.  The Wolf influences the shape and  form of the world Noir lives in. I think my dialogue has tightened up a bit in this story.  I have to go back and start revising things- there are plenty of errors, that I'm certain of- but part of the reason I've been writing do much has been to improve things like that....

BEASTS AND BINDERS The soul is bound.  The beast is bound to your soul.  Its a symbiotic connection of sorts.  The beast bound is the foundation of all magickal talent.  The Beasts cannot think or possess their own thoughts, outside of the primal rage that dominates their kind, without Binder to be binded to. At least, thats what all the Academies have taught since binding began. Binding's first law: All Beasts Want to be Bound. But then, there is the second law, all Binders learn.  The one that is implied: All Binders Can't Have Magic with Binding Something. The energies of the bound beast flow into the Binder, a symbiotic feedback loop of arcane energy the Binder can manipulate.  These manipulations allow the Binder to create magical effects, but only as long as they have been binded with a Beast.  And that the Beast can obey them. A dying or unconscious beast cannot obey its binder.  Some beasts are strong-willed, being hander for t...

< Previous Part | Start of the Story  | More Noir Badarte Stories "I- Jeez, I know what I did before was-  jeez.  She shouldn't have done that to me."  Noir shook his head.  "She knew didn't she?" "About Black Anna setting this whole thing up?"  The Wolf took a sip of his coffee.  "Yeah.  The USMS knew all about that.  They are good at knowing about things like that." "What?" The Wolf smiled.  "The USMS is a survey.  They aren't as ignorant as others.  The veil is weaker for them.  But they still miss some things." "Like you." "Yeah.  But it also means they can't do anything about dangerous things.  And they are underfunded, so they get conjoled into having to aid people they either don't know are bad or they'd rather avoid having any contact with."  The Wolf explained. "Black Anna couldn't have that much pull to get a federal agency to trick me."  Noir ...

< Previous Part  | Start of the Story | Last Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories "Oh."  Noir glanced down at his coffee.  He felt like having a joint, but part of him didn't know quite what the right etiquette for this conversation should be.  "You weren't the killer then.  Anna had it out for you.  Framing all that to pin it on you, you know." The Wolf nodded.  "Yeah.  I... she knew me before I understood my current state.  I think she thought she had an advantage over me.  She used it against me in Phoenix." "How so?"  Noir asked. "An agent of hers stuck me in a freezer."  The Wolf shrugged.  "Can't blame them.  Effective way to try and contain my abilities." "So you did the whole lightshow back there then."  Noir shook his head.  "I couldn't see your spells.  Your magick... it was invisible." The Wolf poured sugar into his coffee.  It dissolved, then the Wolf glanced up,...

The tiny thing hissed at me. I dropped the milk bucket, the thing startled me so. It was tiny, shaped like a crimson mockery of a man.  A pair of goat's horns dripped oil from its brows.  Its eyes reminded me of a locust, but its tail looked more like a rat's tail.  The scarier part of it was its mouth.  I could see a thousand fine teeth, row after row. "Oh!"  I grasped my crucifix tight to my chest, I did not know what next to do or expect. "Milk!  Milk!"  It leaped at the puddle of milk.  It lapped at it, giggling as it licked up each white slurp. "Girl?"  I heard Grandmother's voice calling to me. Grandmother walked in, her many skirts rattling.  She smiled at me, then frowned at the spilt bucket and the thing lapping from it.  "You!" The demonic thing paused, then looked up at Grandmother.  I didn't know what to expect next, but it hissed. "Grandmother, no!"  I cried, reaching to keep her from being e...

Plants wrapped themselves tight around his wrists and ankles.  Something gagged him. The woman stood over him.  Her eyes narrowed as the plants drug him deeper down.  "This is the price you pay." He struggled, trying to escape.  He didn't deserve this.  Why?  Why was she killing him? Her eyes glowed with a verdant light.  "I'm not killing you.  These are plants you would let suffer for your greed.  Your service to Mammon blinded you to their plight.  You made them into monsters." His mind reeled, thinking about all the chemicals he'd dumped in this part of the jungle over the years.  Something started to burn his legs. "They are hungry.  All I did was help them.  Perhaps you'll be better as mulch..."

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him. < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories "So..." Noir waved at his coffee. "Yeah."  The man who was called Wolf responded.  Without his mask, the man wore glasses.  He had stubble on his face, his hair long.  He had a sketchpad in his hands, drawing with chalk and pencil.  "Best coffee in Portland, I told you." Noir shrugged.  Coffee... wasn't the only thing he noticed people partook at this establishment.  More than a few people smoked joints.  Hippies, yuppies and a variety of weird looking portlanders sipped their drinks, reading and surfing the web. "I guess."  Noir said uncertainly.  "I wish Jesha had come along or something... I don't know what to talk with you about,...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him. < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories Black Anna stumbled backwards, grabbing Noir as she did.  She looked panicked, surprised by how badly her plan failed.  Noir felt more like a rag doll, too numb to sense any of the physicality Anna thrusted on him . The Wolf stepped forward.  The sword he held glowed with a burning blue light.  "Really?  I thought you had this all figured out, Monster." Black Anna's minions leapt at the Wolf.  They try to swarm him like they had Jesha before. Noir felt Black Anna pick up speed.  He guessed that she might have some sort escape planned.  She hissed as she moved, her black ichor spraying.  Shadows obeyed her spellcraft, flying to cover her escape. N...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him. < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories Black Anna shook head.  She giggled, then spat more black ichor on the ground.  It wasn't a spell this time, or at least, Noir couldn't sense a spell from it. "Cute trick."  Some venom crept into her compliment. "You know who I am."  The way the man in the wolf mask spoke, it wasn't a question.  He stated it flatly.  "At least I hope you do.  You've been using my name." "You don't like my little offering to you?"  Black Anna's fangs dripped ichor as she smirked.  "Doesn't the Wolf God like a few dead girls to eat?" Noir looked at the man in the wolf mask.  He recognized the mask now.  It looked identic...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him.  < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories There were footsteps. "Fancy trick." Black Anna complained. "Darkness. Cute." The darkness then was pierced by a pair of glowing red eyes. The eyes moved closer to them, each footstep deliberate as it moved. A guttural voice then broke the silence. Noir almost felt like he could hear a depth of age to its tone. Like a old man and a angry young man rolled into one. Darkness faded away from a figure standing along, illuminated by his own aura of light. The man wore an old tattered dark trench coat, over a kevlar vest that looked like it been used before. Both his hands were covered in black driver's gloves, bloodstained. He held a sword in a mahogany sca...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him. < Previous Part   |  Start of the Story  | Next Part > |  More Noir Badarte Stories Lights rattled and rocked as Jesha's massive wolf form barreled into Black Anna's court.    Dust clouded around her as she landed on her feet.  Sunlight broke through the hole in the ceiling. Black Anna brought him closer to her.  "Oh, look.  A nice doggy.  That's a nice trick.  Is she house broken?" Jesha took a step closer.  Noir could sense her irritation at Black Anna's comment. "Bitch!"  Jesha barked, snapping her jaws.  "I said return the Necromancer!  Don't make me rip your damn face off!" Noir also could see Jesha's limp.  One of her hind limbs shook, its foot in the air.  Undead eyes locked on...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him. < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories "Kill..."  Noir shook his head.  "I don't... understand..." "Of course you don't."  Black Anna sighed.  "You have so much potential but seem to know so little about the magick you take a name for.  Necromancer, you nothing about necromancy, just the part involving bodies I think.  Oh well.  Let's dance!" Drums and guitars came to life.  Music filled the air.  Black Anna's undead prom moved vigorous to the fast jazz beat of the music. Pairs of undead hands opened the cage.  Noir felt rotten fingers grab and pull him out.  Noir felt Black Anna's chains around him, making his body try to obey.  Of course, his body was too tired a...

Noir Badarte is a necromancer with a heart of gold- and he finds himself in Portland Oregon, to find a new serial killer called the Wolf- but Portland's own insane undead have plans of their own for him.  < Previous Part | Start of the Story | Next Part > | More Noir Badarte Stories "Oh poor, poor boy."  Black Anna chuckled.   Noir realized that the buzzing he heard was just in his head.  He felt sort of betrayed.  A part of his core nature wanted to obey every thought Black Anna pushed out.  He could feel the cold chains of her spells wrapping around him. The dream had ended.  But he still felt Black Anna in his mind.  Noir felt the darker part of his nature hold the door open for her, letting the dark black ichor of Anna's spells into him. But he still had some control left. "Please.  Stop..."  Noir's body wouldn't move.  That wasn't the result of magic.  Just the raw, brutal pain he'd endured.  Inj...