The door gave a slight protest as it swung open with the first customer of the evening. The lock had not been left unlatched for more than a few moments before someone had come looking for a place to linger. There was a low murmur from the patron as he took a long look around… Read More »Year One #1: The First Day of Many
The two men walked silently across the meadow. The space was hidden deep in the forest, beside a rarely traveled gravel path that split off of the King’s Road. It would altogether be easy to pass without notice if not for the newly built iron gate which beckoned passerby to enter. Crows stirred along branches… Read More »#1 – Fresh Ground, Recycled Lies
Elliot ran crying through the streets of New Rimston. He had lost another bag of veggies as he walked home from the canal market. He couldn’t remember if he had set it down someplace lost, or if the meanies had grabbed it again while he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t tell Mama again. She’d be so… Read More »Year One #2: A Second Opening
Another coin gave a soft clack on the table beside the empty glass. A lone ruddy-colored fish focused on the motion with bright blue eyes from his large bowl at the table’s center. Wish slowly withdrew her hand back in time to gently turn the page as she read on with unbothered attention. Having read… Read More »Year One #3: A Quiet Place
The merchant had yet to pause in describing just how much the sepulcher had exceeded his expectations. Vas had begun its design by using the previous king’s own burial chamber as a model. Then he had further glorified the details. The merchant was stroking the fine marble, commenting on its flawless polish which was cool… Read More »#2 – Fit for a King
“Mommy, why are we here? Daddy is still sick and won’t wake up, we need to go to the medicine man, not the park. Mommy? Mommy why won’t you look at me!” The child pulled at the numb arm of her mother to no noticed effect. The woman’s eyes were locked on her dead husband’s… Read More »#3 – Final Goodbyes
Ortmyre gave a brief evaluation of the room. Magical influences saturated the main area, mostly in the form of the obviously enchanted lighting. What raised the first of his concerns was the presence of multiple layered enchantments throughout the room. It would take some obvious poking about to find and identify what all effects were… Read More »Year One #4: Best Seat in the House.
There was a significantly dwindling number of respectable locations in which Eustace felt…comfortable. His home had too many memories woven throughout its walls. The presence of these heavy memories was holding him in continual reflection. As such, he would often set out to find someplace to tarry. Even with all of the intention in the… Read More »Year One #5: A Gathering of Thoughts
The wagon rolled across another poorly placed stone, the wagon tossing Ashlette and the others to one side as its wheels dropped off the hazard. She despised these larger roads. The others insisted that they save time and resources by keeping to the main roads while going between large cities. Ashlette would have much rather… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Ashlette
Wagons were terribly boring. How anyone expects to just sit between towns is a mystery. Ashlette was hurt, that was understandable. As for the other two, they were being just plain dull. Fliss stood from where she had been tucked behind a crate in the back of the wagon. She teetered on widespread feet, bobbling… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Fliss