Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Nine

Warping, twisting with the heavy sounds of atmosphere sloshing about the rains that would fall only to turn into clots of mushy ice, the cloud whirled into a tight mass. It was almost kind of funny. Kovarlin hadn’t seen that nimbus he had been brought so far west to protect, move at all since his […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Seven

The incitement of the mob was a simple matter; keeping them in order and not mauling down those who would aid in the conflict was another thing entirely. Had Orathone and Litheiuss not discovered the elk in the outskirts as they plotted and made clear their intent, they would have been rolled over by the […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Four

Cold sunlight filtered into the corridor beyond the bars of the cell Imfay awoke in, heavily ladened with bruises. He shot a malign grimace at the rays he could barely glimpse from the rough, rocky floor of his prison. There was a pang of misery commemorating his failure, competing with the sweetness of that silver […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Three

There was no need to stand in their way. Maxinimus wasn’t just confident that they would fail; he had an absolute certainty. With nearly all but the serfs and servants taken by wayward spirits, there was no doubt the three elk would be caught and strung up before midnight. He didn’t want them to perish, […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Two

Another clang of the finger cymbals looped on Miriam’s paw grated all the more on Imfay’s nerves as he awaited her husband’s judgment. It seemed to him as though Maxinimus were stalling for no good cause. After all, were his lands to become overrun by this scourge, it would be of no benefit to the […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-One

Violently, flashing in and out like a fierce lightning storm peaking through gaps in the bruised and cloudy sky, Sirian’s vision was flickering two very different scenes before her. Though her feet kept moving, lamely struggling down the poorly laid path leading away from the cathedral, she felt another emotion entirely as her mind cast […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty

“Kovarlin! It’s not too late. We can turn this all around. I can feel it, the Goredrinker, stirring in me, waiting to come out and do what he may to change our fates. Help me turn the tides before it is too late,” Mishonrayel hissed up at the cougar who looked dissatisfied to know life […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-four

“That’s another three more, Moqura, but the lances and lives lost… How much longer do you think they’re going to persist?” Allaren asked, not sure if even the highest commanding field officer had the answer.Defaulting to Jaium on that, Derius doubled down on the question, “Yes, Jaium, you said how many of those things attacked […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty-one

As figures moved down into the valley from the southern horizon, the light waned, fading from night into day, or perhaps it was day into night, it was almost impossible for Mishonrayel to differentiate the two. He sat on one of the spacious balconies of the cathedral that allowed anyone to overlook virtually all of […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Twenty

The cathedral was a massive monstrosity of ebony set into a nighttime scene that somehow looked bright by contrast. All of the various towers and buttresses made the undertaking seem something that could have never been attained in any lifetime. So many intricate engravings, statues, and carvings made certain to show that not only had […]