In one of the cramped apartments of the newly built cabins, Orathone hung over the satchel containing the silver egg. He watched dully as Litheiuss came and went, assembling a meal for his young colleague as well as a herbal mix. The younger buck hadn’t seemed to calm after taking a seat and had been […]
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(USFB): Three: The Knight Shade
His body hung in the air, motionless to appear near dead. Eternal night bathed the sinewy form however was reflected like a starlight outline against every wall. A moment’s disturbance now would break the trance, shatter the fugue of his mind and send his avatar crawling back into the primordial shadows of day. In an […]
Under the Shadow of Forsaken Banners(USFB): Two: The Green Knight
“The wolf, only he can access the hidden depths of the artifact. If you are to have any hope of turning back the Legion of Iron Mane, you will need him,” echoed the ancient voice through the boughs of the Aln Tree. Tightening his paws on the ovoid sphere, shimmering with the dawning light of a […]
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-Eight
With their most ardent advocate gone, lost inexplicably as no one would give the northerners a straight answer, the refugees were made to trek southwards. The insistence was that the ferals had been driven away, and any remaining bestial creature that attempted to assail Roya was slaughter and scorched for the sake of assurance. It […]
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-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 […]
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 […]
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