Kithleigh Nightmane had always been small, even for a halfling, but she’d learned to use her small size to her advantage. Her quick hands and sharp wit had always been a source of pride—though she rarely showed it. In the village of Oxbow Landing, where every stone had a tale and every tale a shadow … Continue reading Running from the Past
Alyssia crouched in a bramble patch, her cloak blending with the shadows. The wind carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but a far more interesting scene compelled her attention. Silvery moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. She shouldn’t be here. The Council of Elders had warned … Continue reading The Ritual
Qilynn led Tumorgi and Kharys through the streets, following the captain’s directions. Guards at the gate of the Baron’s manor house welcomed them to the compound. They invited the group to help themselves to the refreshment table while they waited for the baron. Tumorgi took a plate, trying to follow Qilynn’s lead on sampling the … Continue reading Qilynn: Meeting Baron Wildhurst
I wrote this story some time ago. This seems very much like a prologue to something much bigger and I'd hoped the rest of it would make itself known, but no such luck. Yet. It's always a possibility when a character like Gericko appears, they have a greater purpose. I'm still learning about this one. … Continue reading Gericko
They arrived before noon, unloading bags of ingredients. Flour, sugar (granulated, powdered, and brown), eggs, and the rest of what they’d need to bake the day away materialized in Grandma’s kitchen. Grandma had the brownies cooling on the counter when they got there. And she’d rearranged. She had room on all the counters, tables, and … Continue reading Christmas Cookies
In the morning, the group took advantage of their full coin purses. After looking at horses, and learning how much gold they’d need to take care of the beasts, they find a tavern for lunch. A young entertainer played a lute in one corner. Some time before their meal arrived, they overheard an argument between … Continue reading Exploring Irewick, Part Two
The caravan arrived in Cheerwater around mid-afternoon. Dariyus Lamanya collected his pay from the quartermaster and stood looking around the yard, wondering which direction to take. Would a rather large lavender dragonborn intimidate the locals? He hoped not. He hadn’t seen many of his kind outside his peoples’ lands. His scales flushed a darker shade … Continue reading Dari: Cheerwater
Zola knew her freedom from the arena was close. All she needed was that last bit of armor. Well, that and live through the melee. Now that she’d made a name among the gladiators, she faced tougher opponents. Sometimes more than one. They told her the rules were simple. You fight. If you win, you … Continue reading Dreamstalker: Finding Freedom
Helga slumped back in her recliner and stared at the television in shock and disbelief. He won! Jack Duncan had won the election against all the odds. As she watched the returns roll in from around the country, her mind slid back to the days of her youth. *** Helga Brüner watched as the soldiers … Continue reading Helga
She spit out a mouthful of wet, grainy sand as she pushed herself to her hands and knees. Her sodden clothing threatened to drag her back down into the dirt. As she stared at the droplets splashing into the puddle beneath her head, she wondered just exactly where she was. A high-pitched voice asked if … Continue reading Lost In A Game
A piece of my scattered mind.
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