If you found out tomorrow you would have to leave the military (or whatever profession you are in), hang up your uniforms, turn in your gear, and let your clearance lapse – what would that do to who you are? Would you find yourself lost, confused, discouraged? Would you be excited? Would you feel like…
Siegyrd woke on the shores of a great gray lake. A single mountain towered above him with a cave entrance the size of a mansion carved into its side. Etchings in faintly grey-glowing script surrounded the cave’s void-toothed maw. The sky was a black velvet curtain without a single star. A sickled moon shone…
The morning sun burned fire into the sky off to their left as the three worked down the dirt road. The trail was weather-worn, and deep ruts evidenced the many who had passed that way. Ruthaivan itself had been fortified much in Aerendir’s slumber, and he marveled at the mudbrick base to walls with the…
Siegyrd opened his eyes to indigo darkness. The hint of light revealed that he was inside, though he had no idea where. A soft rug was beneath him, and a blanket of wool draped him. His joints cracked as he forced himself up from his side into a half sitting position. He popped his…
Mathin and Mareth stood over the two sleeping forms of the brothers. Aerendir looked like a statue in slumber, regal with his hands folded over his belly. He looked meditative. Siegyrd was more awkward to move. His body was stiff as stone but in the position of a half fetal sleeping pose, one leg tucked…
The low sun painted the sky in brush-stroked lazy flame shades as all the town gathered in a square at the base of the large cliff beneath the mayor’s manor. A hasty stage, just a step above the ground, stood waiting, and a crowd gathered as shops moved their wares into the streets in…
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that the cliffside held something more than just solid rock, but Mareth’s eyes stood wide again – a common occurrence in his wanderings with the two brothers. The cavern that rested beneath the manor behind the cliff’s wall was immaculately carved and fabulously adorned. The entrance seemed small, but…
The letter contained a series of scrap notes in an increasingly frantic hand. The early pages were full with flowing script, but as the narrative continued there were scribblings in the margins, small drawings, unintelligible symbols, and eventual nonsense. The innkeep had offered a free room to the “Triumphant Troupe” as she had taken to…
They arrived at the village town of Ruthaivan just before midday. The high sun baked away a low morning fog and people moved through the streets on their varied business. Three men with packs and armour earned glares almost immediately. There was no wall, but a high fence of sharpened pikes surrounded the town on…
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