Tag: swords and sorcery

We Find Comrades in Strange Places

It was risky, given how dark the murky daylight had become, but Fawnlum kept her party outside the nests, and around a small fire for a little longer.  Even though the haunting dread did not gnaw at them inside the compartments, she still wanted them to stretch their legs. “So,” Sienna said, from the other…


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…


Know Thy Enemy

Night had come over the Starlight Tower.  Wearing his human disguise in his quiet study, Egress sat, memorizing a spell, when the chime of a bell sounded, from a cloth-covered water bowl sitting among various sealed jars on a corner table. Loray paused as she was carrying a box between rooms, and looked to see…


The Idiot Hero

After nightfall, Baneck and Torsar entered Morgenferrin Copprin’s tavern – – The Watchlight. Easily the biggest and swankiest place in Dumian, or the continent of Khostead, for that matter, it was right next to Lady Copprin’s inn and store. She had many other such businesses; but these she personally worked as her base of operations….


This is Not Goodbye

“A beautiful morning for traveling,” Fawnlum said. “It would be better spent with you, than seeing you go,” Baneck replied, as he stood with her on the east-bound road leading out of Dumian. Taking a deep breath of the pleasant spring air, she cast her eyes a couple miles to the southwest, where the festival…


The Villain and the Toady

Far to the west-north-west, among barren peaks, a shadow entered a cave at the base of a cold, lonely mountain. His magic defeated traps and guard-beasts, as he made his way slowly but surely toward the mountain’s heart, and the lair contained within. The stranger knew his presence was detected by the wards along the…


The Evil Deed

Egress Peloar sat cross-legged, forming the magical gestures with his gracefully interweaving hands.  The gentle rays of an early spring sun shown through the peaceful Windsaeve forest, in the land of western Calador, around the stealth field which hid the two robed figures from the eyes of the world. The pale, alien, five-inch-high mushroom in…