The next morning, Malusk, Skrie, and Theren sat in the common room of Ermina’s and broke their fast. Garrick had stumbled in near dawn, stinking of ale. He lay passed out in the room. Ermina, seeing Skrie’s worn vestments, directed the group to the Temple Square.“If’n yer lookin’ ta pay yer respects ta th’ goddess, … Continue reading Exploring Irewick, Part One
My friend Danny Wright wrote this story. I helped polish and edit his words, but the story is his. Thorim is one character he plays with our small online Dungeons & Dragons group. Dreamstalker is, of course, my goliath barbarian. Thorim Deepbreaker stopped at the bottom of the stairs of the Hammer and Anvil Inn, … Continue reading Thorim Deepbreaker
“NO!” Zola kicked and screamed as Headman Bearleader and his guard dragged her out of the camp. “I won’t go!” She leaned down and bit the guard on the forearm, breaking the skin, the blood coppery on her tongue. Headman Bearleader cuffed her ears, hard. Stars sparkled her vision, her head rang with the blows. … Continue reading Dreamstalker
Dariyus Lamanya sat in the rear wagon, watching the road behind. Dari had signed on as a guard with Master Charvis when Brother Balasar deemed him ready to face the world outside the village. Yarjerit Balasar, Vater’s clan brother, raised Dari in the male-dominated clan after Vater died in battle. Brother Balasar recognized Dari’s divine … Continue reading Dari
Mu’Yan Fleetfoot contemplated the swirl of violet energy hovering before her. Master Treesinger told her that her people knew these masses as shortcuts through the Otherworld—realm of the fey folk. She felt emanations of living forces radiate from the glow. Taking a moment to meditate on her lessons, she decided and stepped into the whirling … Continue reading Mu’Yan: Otherworld
Ashja went down to the common room to break her fast. She sat at the same table she had shared with Morhirr and Fynnwyn the day before, only this time, her back was to the wall. She had a fairly good view of the common room. She thought about what she should do this day. … Continue reading Ashja: The Cloth Merchant’s Debt
Airne found the butcher in Ardimon, but it wasn’t the same man she remembered. This man was older than Sedge’s son but nowhere near as old as Sedge. “I don’t see Sedge,” she said when she entered the shop. “Ach, nae,” he said. “Ol’ Sedge don’ passed it along t’ me when ‘is boy, Simon, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 3
Airne stood at the prow as the ship cut through the water. She was finally returning to her home island of Trivent, in the Dragon’s Claw Archipelago. “Nervous?” asked Evie. “No.” A moment later she said, “yes. Maybe.” “I would be,” said the young elf. “There’s nothing for me there, you know. I don’t know … Continue reading Airne’s Return
Tomas huddled just behind the driver’s box, at the front of the wagon bed. The thin cloth of the rags draped across his thin frame did nothing to keep the chill at bay. He was on his way into yet another unnamed village with his “uncle” to sell their ill-gotten gains. Villagers never asked where … Continue reading Tomas
“My idea of a good fantasy is something that’s absolutely grounded in reality. And there’s a little element that doesn’t belong there—and that’s the fantasy element—that you have to react to and deal with in a completely real way.”~Melissa Mathison American film and television screenwriter, and an activist for the Tibetan independence movement Melissa Mathison … Continue reading Random Quote for June 03, 2024
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