The King’s courtyard was silent save for the rustle of the morning breeze. While the sea breezes whipped around them, the King led Andril and Haryk to the stables. It was filled with steeds of all kinds. Lord Borindin, the … Continue reading Black Hollow 9.9 Conclusion

Canton’s heavy eyes responded, but only just.  Like a rusty door found in an abandoned ruin, each opened tentatively into the dark unknown.   He felt a cloud of murky color fold back into his mind, leaving only a dark residue … Continue reading Black Hollow: Epilogue

Genoran took a sip of his brew, and lowered his wooden cup ever so slightly. “When did Canton tell you that my father, the King, was with him?” It was an innocent question but Haryk felt the weight of it … Continue reading Black Hollow 9.7B The Death of King Borindin

A week of the King’s time had passed since Haryk had passed out on the portal dais deep underneath Cillandar.  Bathing, sleeping, and eating were all starting to make up for what felt like a lifetime of grime and gore … Continue reading 9.7 A Diversion, Or Two

Genoran quaffed his beer and asked a waiting attendant for another. The fireside chats, as his father called them, were important meetings between leaders of distant lands and the ruler of Cellinor and the great Realm. The King felt, and … Continue reading Black Hollow: 9.8A The Last of the Ata’

Blue claws tore the door behind them off its hinges. Blue clawed feet bellowed and stamped, below it.  Just then, forms in a blur of blue scales stormed through another door and into the chamber. Haryk, heaving himself to his … Continue reading Black Hollow 9.5C Ring Around the Pistol

It had mere inches to go, but the bullet never made it’s mark. Haryk heard his gun burst, and he felt the familiar power as the explosion of the black rock powder slammed against the back of the small metal … Continue reading 9.5B The Fork in the Tongue

Haryk was very upset with himself, for as he was being shrunk to the size of a beetle, roughly, he had forgotten to ask Andril which of the love birds he was going to attack first. He himself was still … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 9.5 The Fork in the Plan

Andril pumped his legs, and each time his knees came to full height, his trousers threw off some of the monster gore that had earlier been splattered all over them. He ran through the tunnel, leaving the putrid gore behind … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 9.4 The Fork in the Road

Once, Haryk had set his pack down in the jungle while scouting a particularly hostile isle full of lizardfolk. The fighting had been intense–he had lost most of his unit. He hadn’t eaten in days. There was no reason to … Continue reading Black Hollow 9.3 D Dirty Hands

Andril stood still, surrounded by the battle on the ledge. It was the only moment in the battle that he had for breathing he’d recall.  In less time than he could blink, the massive cocoon-like structure fell towards him in … Continue reading Black Hollow 9.3C The Relunctant Fool

All around him, above, below, and around, Haryk watched as a battle unfolded. It was a battle for the ages he knew. In his many years of adventuring, he had fought all manner of battles, big and small. He had … Continue reading 9.3B Half Lives