Tag: evil

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…


Terrible is The Enemy

Maguleth stood in the Daghaivans’ study, none too pleased, and none too forgiving, as he looked through the red-tinted water of the scrying bowl, at the treacherous councilman Armstrun’s cringing face. “Do you think I’m going to let everything I’ve built for the last 50 of your miserable human years, be torn away by some…


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…


This is How a Warrior Treats Her Captors

An awareness slowly wavered before her, amid the bobbing sensation inside her head.  Somewhere between a dream and a memory, Sienna’s mind was taken back to the time as a young girl, when she had been caught in a beaching wave, and had been spun head over heels. Her sense of orientation was as foggy…


Right Now, You Need an Enemy Spy on Your Side

The barely-there light of the sickly grey dawn was a perfect match for her mood, as she sat, holding Sienna’s saber. “I’ve been played for a fool.” “Well,” Honee dangerously lectured, “the master wizard, or whoever, doesn’t need to fight you, when he can outsmart you.” Caitlyn had found the spot where Sienna had fallen. …


The Deadly Inspiration

The next morning, minus Morgenferrin, they were all sitting around the table again, having much the same discussion as when Torsar’s group had arrived. “We’ve killed a lot of them, but more keep coming,” Fawnlum explained. “So let’s kill more!” Caitlyn offered. “Aye!” Dreighton and Halrick quickly agreed. “It doesn’t matter,” Fawnlum fumed, tapping the…


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,”…


Don’t Flinch, Even if You’re Busted

Sye-nitch had been comforted by Imep’s logic, until a couple days later, as Imep and Croll, and a few other Druntuss leaders were quietly plotting over a table.  One of the Oolar’s big bodyguards walked into the tavern, summoning Croll.  When the regiment commander ordered Sye-nitch to come along, the lookout felt impending doom. His…