The door held stiff as Mr. Ortemyre shoved against it. The damp air had swelled the old wood to the point of sealing the door firmly in place. The man turned his shoulder to it and inhaled, but paused before following through with his intended action. He let out a guttural disapproval with his breath.… Read More »Year One #15: Edge of Suspicion
Zolik’s labored breathing became uneven as the arrowhead pained his chest. Turmer’s voice strained to pronounce his needed words. Fliss gave manic giggles as she steered the horses. Ashlette was on high alert, listening to her surroundings, but it had become useless to try and discern anything beyond the cart. The spell that let them… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Ashlette
Eustace rubbed the sleep from the corners of his eyes, pushing against the underside of his brow to differ the ache beneath. It had been yet another restless night. There were new bruises on the front of his right hip where he had run into an unseen table that stood awaiting pick-up by a furniture… Read More »Year One #14: Shaded Motivation
Zolik, and maybe even all of us, are going to die today, and it is all my fault. Turmer was locked in a spell trance that held back the grip of time and reality, but still, his mind had room for guilt. The horses now pulled the cart through a stilled world. Their movements now… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Turmer
Rusted Red. Zolik looked at his outstretched hand and the blood drying upon it. That was the proper color of the bird’s breast he saw back at the crossroads. He could see it now in his memory. He rested his hand down on his chest and closed his eyes as he watched the bird in… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Zolik
The horses were in a panic. They had no understanding of why the world was blurred as it was. They had no chance to be calmed at the change. They smelled blood and felt pain so they ran on, and Fliss gave them no pause. The gnome stood braced in the wagon front, one leg… Read More »Arc 2: The Flight to New Rimston – Fliss
Wish sat, tucked away in her normal booth. Her drink of the day was still rather full, a smoothly blended banana paste with hints of sweetness she knew not what to call. It would remain as such, for she had found something else more appetizing for the moment. In front of her, the roaming spellbook… Read More »Year One #13: A Page Unknown
Ridgelen sat with his eyes closed at the bar. His captain’s cloak and all of the heavy responsibilities and concerns that came with it were all left back in the barracks until the morning. It had been a long and rather trying day in the city. His thumbnail idly flicked under his other fingernails on… Read More »Year One #12: Broken Partings
The Shelf had become ever so slightly busy with the chill of autumn. The flow of shop seekers had increased, and with it many had managed to find their way down the alley to its entrance. The appeal of the shop was lost on many, the quirks only entertaining a few potential customers to a… Read More »Year One #11: Up for Trade
It was early at the tavern. Morning light barely influenced the dim room through the few panes of glass upfront. Eustace rubbed the bridge of his nose, casually scraping sleep from his eyes. He had made his way to the comfort of his designated chair and fought off the urge to nap in its embrace.… Read More »Year One #10: Past The Morning Slog