Haryk figured that his last thought, as he was about to be swallowed whole, was that he wouldn’t ever get that plate of roasted boar, or that pint of beer. He had spent his last fucking day on this earth … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 6.4 The Door that the Help Uses
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It sounded like a whistle. Then, another. Getting closer. And then there was a little poof, followed by another poof. The second poof was closer than the first. From above her, she thought. Not that Iricah could see it though. … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 30.3 Areia Rides a Dragon (Finally)
NARRATIVE INTERLUDE, A New Host RADAGAR the Red, “Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.” – J.R.R. Tolkien “Faith…is intellectual bankruptcy.” Dan Barker “You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it.” Goldie … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 26.1 A New Host, The Story of Radagar the Red
The story that the monk told them was as otherworldly as the beast Zy’an was now calling a “Beholder.” My name is Sal, short for Salamander. It is a name given to me as a child. Many years ago I, … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 24.3: The Devourer
The four adventurers boarded a longboat and rowed towards the island in bright sunshine. At their backs the sea sparkled. Most of the crew had come up to watch them row away. As with most of the dread isles, the … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 24.3: The Eye of the Beholder
The Lords of Three Harbors sailed on to the monastery. Zy’an’s monastery. Above the dark blue, the ship slid along, in between the isles of green. The wind took them steadily on, cutting through the still sea. It was … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 22.1 A Death on the Shore of a Dread Isle
“Nahna, what’s in your hand?” “It just arrived for you lads.” Said the sweet voice of their benevolent if not demanding caretaker. The old maid in the apron looked excited to say the least. A wide grin sprang over her … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 21.1 Official Seal of the King
Above them all, Zy’an the monk, knew the battle was turning. At last. He calmed his mind, and steadied himself against his foe. She had tried any number of spells to subdue him, but he had stayed focused, landing blow … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 20.4 The Devil Wears…Thrak!
While Thrak lay dying, Iricah, Zy’an and Areia used the fog against the hags. Chlamydia, her rouse now made clear, called them out by name. Areia had had enough. “Ceillini’s, it is time to show this prehistoric witch how we … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 20.3 Thrak Attack!
Areia peered around the corner. And the first thing she saw was an organ. It was huge, as high as the ceiling, some fifty feet or more. In front of it was a small stool used for the musician at … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 20.2 Left Holding the Bag
Lying before them in the smoky haze darkness, stood the archive building. As with all Celn colonial structures, it would have been the third constructed, after the Temple Mount, and the Fortress. The Archive was as important to Celn lands … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 20.1 Long Overdue at the Library