Tag: Morgenferrin

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…


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…


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,…


Don’t Bother Me, I’m Working

He had no teacher to guide him, but he held the small mallet with confidence, carefully and patiently forming the symbols, one tap at a time. Honee had been right – it was better to do something for someone else.  But she had given him more guidance than she would ever know.  He had believed…


One Must Be Patient, to Craft Something Right

Even with his necklace, Baneck still felt a bit of warmth, with his hands resting so close to the metal, and the orange glow bathing his skin. He could feel the curiosity pouring off Morgy, as she looked over his shoulder.  Not that he liked somebody watching his every move, but he could appreciate her…


The Fruits of Your Efforts

Baneck quietly stood over the coals. He felt the stillness of the night around him, and it added to his satisfaction, as he smiled at the luster of the red-glowing piece of silvery metal.  Then he contentedly went to bed for a good night’s sleep. He was up early the next morning, and nearly skipped…


The Local Dragon’s Past

She took a sip of her ale.  “I was involved in a certain conflict in the land of Calador, as some of the current generation knows.”  She spoke slowly, without a hint of her usual good humor. Maybe it was because she had powers of persuasion, or because it was a chance to learn something…