Rings of Honor

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January 2013 Alain's first instinct had been to take Rob Pulk to one of his RhyDin safehouses, but once he was confronted with the young man's mental state he opted for a safer, more comfortable option: his own country, the Barony of Saint Aldwin. In the capital city of Teobern there was a townhous...

The North Equatorial RhyDin Correctional Facility was a textbook example of "the middle of nowhere." The nearest inhabited settlement, an encampment of Bedouin herders and desert guides in simple canvas tents, was a day's journey east. In any other cardinal direction, it was an even farthe...

((Trigger Warning: Torture)) Left. No, right. Jesus Christ. *cough* Goddammit. Goddammit, which way? I’m-I’m sorry, Lord. Please, Jesus, just let me get through this. The showers. Which way do we turn? Left. Left! They’re shouting. I can see them shouting, yelling, grabbing the bars and rattling the...

December 14, 2012 Well south of the city, south of even Cadentia, sat the North Equatorial RhyDin Correctional Facility. The prison designers decided early on in the brainstorming process that the number one priority for their new prison was accessibility. Or lack thereof. They wanted to place the ...

September 27, 2012 The jail’s meeting room for inmates and their attorneys was painted an industrial, almost military-inspired shade of green, though flecks of paint were peeling off of the wire mesh near the door to the cell. The room’s three pieces of furniture - two heavy and scarred wooden chai...

((Trigger Warning: Torture)) “Congress's definition of torture in those laws - the infliction of severe mental or physical pain - leaves room for interrogation methods that go beyond polite conversation.” (John Yoo) “Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place ...

“Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday” (Jay-Z, “Where I’m From”) September 7, 2012 Jowangshin Houses, Dockside The streets may have been cobblestoned, and there may have been plenty of pointy-eared...

The city guard who had been assigned to Courtney’s apartment grunted over the intercom when Rob buzzed the apartment, before letting him come inside. Rob climbed up a dimly lit stairwell that smelled strongly of cigarette smoke and worse, before he found her apartment. He knocked on the door and a g...

August 31, 2012 Rob sat in the windowless, featureless interrogation room located inside the equally featureless concrete City Guard precinct building near the RhyDin Arts and Sciences College. He sat in a cheap chair made of faux wood and metal, on one side of a white laminate desk. On the other s...

August 1, 2012 To: David Remelspach From: Orem Robert Pulk III Somebody killed that fucking girl I was telling you about. Courtney. I go to work one day, and there’s all these cops – well, they call them the city guard or the guard or some such shit here. But there’s all these cops outside the Stud...

July 18, 2012 Spring bled swiftly into summer, and the summer was slowly sweating away. Life in RhyDin was a parody of life in Pittsburgh. Sometimes, it was light, like the times when he would be talking on his cell phone in the WestEnd and the call would cut out, replaced by bombastic opera or loc...

To: Kim Pulk From: Orem Robert Pulk III Mom, This isn’t some sick prank. I’m trying to think of what I can tell you to prove it’s not, but the only thing I can think of is you singing me “You Are My Sunshine” as a lullaby when I was a kid. And you and dad said if I was a girl you were going to name...

January 16, 2012 Purgatory had the internet. Or some weird version of it, anyways. It sure as hell wasn’t the same as the internet in 21st century America. Where Rob was living currently, there was no home service, no cable modems piping Netflix to his laptop, no wireless access in every coffee sho...

January 14, 2012 WestEnd “…damn fool kid.” “Brenfa, I think he’s awake.” “That he is. Welcome to the world of the living.” Brenfa, a middle-aged woman shaped something like a bowling ball and with a voice scraped with sandpaper, leaned into Rob’s face to examine him closely. On his back, in a bed w...

January 13, 2012 WestEnd Rob was pretty sure he was in purgatory. At first, he thought he might have been in hell. The bureaucracy at the RhyDin Welcome Center, the meager trappings of the room he had rented with his refugee check, and the fact he had seen honest-to-God red-skinned and horned demon...