The crows watched in silence from the branches. The scene in the graveyard below was more active than it had been for several days. Flashes of light sparked as blessed steel struck against twisted iron. Vas stood heaving like a cornered animal. His normally elegant appearance disheveled from the skirmish. Dark blood ran from grazed… Read More »#4 – With Great Effort
“Good evening good sir, might I ask your name?” Anton looked around, wondering if this dump would be worth his time. The half-elf at the door wasn’t the most encouraging sight, but at least wasn’t as bad as the dwarven bouncer at the last location. That was someone he hoped to never meet again without… Read More »Year One #9: A Cut Above
The dust rolled off of the shelf in a choking plume. It drifted out from where it had rested for so long, now scattered to the slightest motions of those in the room. Wish faced the worst of the wondering particles, as she had been the one to disturb them. She squinted through the dust… Read More »Year One #8: Hard Reading
Elliot wove between the tables, his hands still drawn in to be careful, but his step more lively than when he first arrived. He had finished all that he had been asked to do today, and no one had been angry with him. He smiled as he went around the end of the counter, approaching… Read More »Year One #7: A Valuable Lesson
“And what is your name dear?” The old man at the door was settled down deep into a chair. He was looking up over a book, but the quill that had been dancing across his loose pages now flittered up to a logbook and paused for her name. He was welcoming without question, looking right… Read More »Year One #6: A Face of Charm
Turmer had never seen a proposed idea like the spell in front of him. The concept had never even occurred to him of weaving magic in such a way. Fire and Ice had been simple enough, and every campfire and winter snow gave him more creative inspiration as to how best to implement new variations… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Turmer
The birds were singing again. They wove song and conversation that filled the bright air with notes of joy. Zolik sat listening to the small light creatures as they flittered between trees, pursuing their simple lives above the ground. He listened for the sounds of all of the species he could recognize. He wished that… Read More »Arc 1: The Road to New Rimston – Zolik
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
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
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