Maximillian Kaestner

You know how we all fantasize about kicking doors down and coming in shooting? Those badass power fantasies of bursting in with a great one liner looking like the main character in a movie. In reality, you’d get your dick blown off by a shotgun, seriously, saw it once, still keeps me up at night. The right choice is sneaking in. The tracking spell got me here, it’s all back to doing the actual work. Magic is cool, some magicians depend on it to the point where they are useless, like porting in, blowing a hole on the side of the building, shit some jackass might even try to use magic tipping the assholes inside to my being here. Nope, old man does things “old school”.  The place is on a ley line, smart. It’s where magicians get power from or if you are stupid, you drain it from yourself, but these guys are trying to do something big. Sacrifices and lay line, clearly something bad. Walking through the dark hallways trying hard not to make noise or tip anyone off by using magic, not e...

  Dark and stormy nights are bullshit. Beautiful, but people in my line of work tend to have shit hit the fan on those nights. I have reached an age I never expected to ever get to, and I can feel bones creak, muscles not react like they used to, heartburn and sincerely when did sleeping become a thing that I can do wrong? But I cannot think of that right now, someone needs my help.  Beating the shit out of those thugs was the easy part, but it ate up time, the trail is getting cold again. Then it happens, the cellphone, her cellphone. They took her through here and she was smart enough to drop it. It’s broken and there is no way to get it to work, but that’s not what I need. Divination was never my savvy, but you don’t need to be Madam Zelda to do a simple tracking spell. Blood’s not in short supply, so a quick bit of spit and a little bit of hoodoo later gets the trail hot once more.  “I’m comin, and hell's coming with me.” Hell's comin with me