At the dead-end of an alley, a new enchanted tavern has suddenly, and mysteriously, come into existence. It has much to offer for those who would venture inside.
Ortemyre kicked at the sand halfway up the hill while he took in the details of the scene. This was not much of a threat as magical disruptions went. He had seen mages do much worse, and this display seemed worth little of his time. Ortemyre turned and faced where the spell had come from.… Read More »Year One #27: Seeking Opposition
Elliot yawned as he sat at the bar. His large head laid on his right forearm on the counter, his left arm stretched out with the palm visible. The blood was drying through the lines of his hand. He followed the dark crusty patterns to smaller and smaller lines until his eyes went blurry. The… Read More »Year One #26: Healing Art
Wish had been lied to. She had spent weeks failing to create a successful rune. All her secret attempts outside of town had failed. She was ready to give up on this nonsense. That had been true until she had stumbled right past the answer in her misery. Her magic had been disabled. Crippled might… Read More »Year One #25: Traded Reality
If there had ever been a day to hide inside, it was today. The rain could be heard striking the windows from anywhere in the main room of The Shelf. Shula laid her head upon folded arms on the bar. She was still drying off from her sprint across town. A month ago she would… Read More »Year One #24: Change of Plans
Elliot moved the chairs around. The Barkeeper wanted to add one more chair to each table. Elliot was having trouble keeping track of how many chairs were at each table. He had to count them often. His apron made moving them very easy, but he put too many at some tables or missed other tables… Read More »Year One #23: Lost Meaning
Excuses amounted in such plenty that they were becoming more tedious to track than simply doing what needed to be done. Eustace looked at his notes, a small bound booklet of scribbled thoughts and ideas. He had so many things he could write about from this collection of inspired moments but he was stalled once… Read More »Year One #22: Delayed Priority
For all of its simplicity, the little tavern had its appeal. Anton lounged at the bar with casual poise, watching the civilians dawdle over food and conversation. He had been hoping to catch someone of interest alone and test a few new conversation starters, but everyone in the room had company other than Mr. Ortemyre.… Read More »Year One #21: Refined Charade
Chake’s blood tinted the puddle where Shula washed her hands. She squatted behind a stack of firewood between a couple of old homes which the city had surrounded. There was a noise from the street and she shifted to check that Chake hadn’t found her. Nothing more than dust from carts was to be seen.… Read More »Year One #20: Split Path
Elliot rose from the cupboard where he had placed the last of the delivered ingredients. *Klunk* His head thumped against the upper seasoning shelf. *Tink, tink, clink* The small glass objects on the shelf tumbled and rolled from his blunder. Various seasoning scents rushed into Elliot’s nose and it began to itch. Elliot rolled his… Read More »Year One #19: Enchanted Influence
Eustace pushed the door open and allowed Anton to walk in ahead of him. The younger man had a sour look on his face and both were soaked from the rain and rather muddy. Anton turned to the half-elf author. “Bloody awful, did that cart driver not even see us?” he exclaimed, his face red… Read More »Year One #18: Inverse Circumstance