From worldbuilding to short stories, this is where the magic happens…
“I’m going to enroll for the exams.” When Damien announced this in private quarters with Naelen and Lila, they both stared at him awkwardly. The three of them were in what seemed like a nice lounge, furnished with four sofas sitting in a square and a knee-table in the center. It must have been a…Read More
Damien could picture himself as a real student here. He thought of Captain Elias, his dangerous line of work as an agent of the Crown. The man had laid his life down every time he took a contract, but all for a greater purpose: Justice, protecting the innocent. Perhaps carrying Elias’ sword was now messing with Damien’s head, but he became eager in that moment to fill the gap that the captain had left behind. He wanted to train here, he wanted to be a fighter.Read More
They made it back to the rendezvous point without any incident. Even with Maya sharing the burden of the battering club, Damien was exhausted by the time they reached the destroyed bridge. He let the troll’s tool roll off his shoulders and hit the ground with a quaking thud. Muscles aching, Damien took some respite…Read More
30 July The sun barely showed above the rocky peaks in the east. The air was rather calm at this early hour, laced with a light breeze. Captain Elias stood a few paces in front of Damien, facing the young man. Behind them, their campsite was not yet broken down. Maya and Naelen were still…Read More
Damien woke up from a long rest later that evening. The agents had brought him back to the town where Relyntha had enslaved a large clan of nomads. According to Maya, the town was called Endynwater, recently built about four years ago. Before that, the nomads had settled in the valley with their portable camps–…Read More
With a collective shove, the door gave way and the three agents stumbled over each other into what seemed like an empty room. Maya kept her guard up. She knew the target more than anyone. Officer Relyntha was a clever type. She perhaps had five different contingency plans in place, and had managed to slip…Read More
Somewhere between Gumberwood and the Carethian mountain pass 27 July – Year 465 “For the thousandth time, would you stop looking over your shoulder?” Damien rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine.” “You keep saying that, but you know how much I trust it?” Naelen gripped the reins with one hand in order to form a…Read More
17 July The day was settling into a cool shade of twilight. Summer breathed upon the air in thick, humid layers. Naelen was in his room, packing enough of his belongings to make the long journey to the northern region of Careth. With him was Lanara, folding up her son’s clothes before he placed them…Read More
28 June “Nihilan, wake up.” Naelen opened his eyes and found Lanara smiling at him, holding a plate of freshly baked muffins. “Those are all for me?” he asked, wiping his sleepiness away. “Picked the huckleberries myself this morning.” After handing him the plate she kissed the top of his head and sifted her fingers…Read More
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