Tag: dragon

Epilogue

Baneck inspected the formed saber in the vise.  He could not help but notice how much his work had improved over the last few months. He heard the wagon of Dromen Hashing go by, fully loaded, by the creaks of the axles. Then Dromen shouted, and Baneck looked up, stepping out into the street, to…


We Were Few, And Evil Rejoiced. Then We Attacked.

Fawnlum did not ask any questions, spurred by the desperation in Morgenferrin’s voice, but climbed up her offered wing, clamoring up to straddle the base of the dragon’s neck. Taking a firm grip of the frills running down the length of Morgy’s spine,  she reached down to help pull Nepta up behind her, as the…


You Can’t Fight That

It had been three days since they had returned.  Nepta, having been treated with Morgy’s spell of recovery, was eating almost as furiously as Sienna, both working to regain their strength. In Morgy’s words, Lucas had been most skillful in dealing with members of the city watch.  They had been surprised, and rightfully anxious, when…


Escape?

Caitlyn yelled from the perimeter of the firelight.  “They’re coming!” “Caitlyn has told me quite a lot,” Morgy said.  “Good job.” “Thanks,” Fawnlum heartily replied. Fawnlum stepped aside, as Lucas bent over Halrick with his wand of healing. Morgy looked out and away, focusing her own acute eyes from the top of her long neck….


Why Simply Kick the Hornets Nest, When You Can Jump Right In?

Fawnlum rushed over, as Gritcomb fought to muffle Bluntwerk, the red-bearded dwarf shouting his grief. Fawnlum lifted him off the floor, and clamped her hand over his mouth. “What is it?!” she hissed. “The Kettlecot Clan!” he sputtered, freeing himself. “Who?” Gritcomb answered, before Bluntwerk could yell again.  “A family of dwarf engineers, lost long…


The Ancient Magic Makes Waves

Fawnlum stood with Baneck at the door, before the lightless dawn.  She had her vest lifted up, exposing her back to his view. “Yes, there’s bruises there.” She let the garment drop back down, and re-cinched the front strings.  Then she gave a long, satisfied, full-body stretch. She leaned closer to him with a sly…


Please, Not Like This

The long table at Klingger’s held a morose, grim bunch. Fawnlum and company sat, fresh off another battle, but silent and brooding. “I’ve been watching you lick your wounds the last few days,” Klingger said, as he passed by.  “They used goblins for their fodder.  Didn’t you simply kill more?” “They still have their army,”…


Only Fawnlum Could Do This

In the eastern quarter of Henbrace, in the Plavence and stronghold of the city’s wizards, Morgenferrin sat before Jorain Maretto. “A pleasure it is, Lady Copprin, to welcome such a distinguished visitor to my quarters.” “Thank you for your hospitality, especially in light of my heritage.” “Well, I’ve never entertained a dragon before,” he said,…


Good Profit, Bad News

When Morgenferrin had asked Shrehvone for pieces of the Segune Tree – the sacred and ancient timber, blessed with the realm-touch of the elves’ gods – rooted in the center of the elf-home, he had come very close to ordering her execution, she was sure. Not that he had not been tempted centuries before, she…


Evil is Building, the Storm is Coming

As Caitlyn and Dreighton sat at their small fire, playing their part as decoys, an unexpected guest silently padded up.  They watched as she came closer, approaching as if tamed. “Well-met, spirit-wolf,” Dreighton said.  “What are you about?” The creature drew closer, looking around and quietly growling deep in her throat, growing more agitated. Then…