Love. He’d never been in it. Never wanted to suffer it. It clouded perspective and made a nuisance of itself. He’d not climbed to the heralded leader of the Soundless Sea’s inner sanctum by falling in love. And yet, when he watched Nyathena and her submissive, he couldn’t help but feel an angry stab of…
“You were too late,” came the symbiotic voice, echoing inside his mind; unheard by any else. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” The Werewolf Hunter, Feracil, stated as he picked his way carefully through the dense, forest clearing. He’d been tasked with hunting a particularly vicious pack of wolves. The sort that wasn’t afraid to prey on…
Rain hammered down from the heavens. Unbeknown to those gathered within the warm, welcoming tavern. The wet weather had townsfolk and visitors alike huddled together, enjoying the roaring hearth and frothy mugs of ale. Infamous Witch Hunter, Elijah Lynton pushed the door open and took the hat from his head and shook the raindrops from…
Council meetings were usually as dull as tarnished cutlery. This particular meeting was an entire draw full of dreary. The High Bailiff of Serpentis was droning on about the decline in dedications of the flesh and trying to press upon the necromantic order the importance of an alliance between the two differing orders. Even though…
She’d been a good ship. A swift skimmer that’d served him well over the years. And, as he stood on Westpools docks, Captain Farreyl gave the old Fearless Destiny one last salute. Dipping the edge of his broad, feathered hat towards her. “She’s done us proud, lads.” The plucky Captain said as he turned back…
“We’re going to get something to eat from Tomas, boss. Do you want anything?” Gideon looked up from his paperwork, a mountainous pile that he was making very little progress on. “Sure, Sabine. Get me a pie will you?” He asked, scratching the bottom of his nose with the end of his quill as he…
“I’d move away from there before they break it.” Said Thrazo, when another rock hit the window. “Bleak work, this,” Elijah stated as he did as his henchman suggested. The orc just smiled, having heard those words so many times before. He had a knife in his hands and with it, he was picking the…