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-Six

For this plan to work, Imfay had to count on two things, expert timing and overly dimwitted jailers. As the hinges of the door into the dungeon squawked like a myter in need of one final blow, the elk threw himself to the floor. Sliding the arrow up through his sleeve, he penetrated his paw […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Five

“That’s it! I got it now! You’re a bastard of the Yerra. There are no two ways about,” Marshal Litheiuss remarked, setting down across the young private, Orathone. He wagged his finger in the other man’s muzzle with conviction, “I was at the ceremony, probably one of the few close enough to look at the […]