Sabastian banged on the door as loudly as he could. The wicked weather had turned vicious, and he was desperate for somewhere welcoming to spend the night. A tavern common room sounded particularly inviting. He’d even fantasised about a feathered bed in a bawdy house, purely for the comfort. Still, that hope was crushed when…
Introducing Captain Farreyl. Some time ago I kept a list of single-word prompts alongside a list of characters. I would roll a die to choose one at random, then write a short scene or character study inspired by the result. The piece below is one of those scenes. What a Captain Cannot Forgive. Captain Farreyl…
The relief on his weary expression was palpable. Never before in his long years had the Templar felt so relieved to cast his eyes on the hard wooden door of his chambers. The long years of service to The Light had earned Everard the reward of his own room to rest in and right now…
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…