“Iricah, you haven’t aged a day,” said the prince. He motioned for her to sit, and she ignored him perfectly. He was dripping in gold and silver and his ridiculous gem encrusted sword hung at his side. The so-called sword … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 26.3 Iricah Aside Herself
Two Weeks Prior… The woman awoke to find herself lashed in the most severe way one could imagine, by neck, by arm, elbow, knee and ankle, and even in some manner she couldn’t shake out of, by her forehead. She … Continue reading A Crimson Shore: 18.4 The Library Lady
Several of the men in nearby cells erupted into fits of rage. Zy’an recognized one of them, as the man with the tattoed back. Now he was awake and this man, once their enemy clearly was as furious as much … Continue reading A Crimson Shore FAR REALM: 16.5 Remember, Remember, The Fifth of Galindir
“Clearly, you are an urchin, a street rat!” “Are you suggesting that I am not who I say I am?” asked Areia incredulously. She tried to spin around the chamber imploringly, with her hands held outwards, but the massive chains … Continue reading A Crimson Shore FAR REALM: 16.4 A Jest on Behalf of the King
The ambush was stealthy and well crafted thought Zy’an. Even as he swung his kicks and struck with his fists, his peripheral vision told him the others were fighting their way out of the trap as well. Iricah, the bard … Continue reading A Crimson Shore FAR REALM: 16.3 High on Inquisition
“Did he say ‘chopper’ just now?” asked Ares breathlessly. “Yes, he did,” huffed Theros, running as fast as his feet would carry him. “What in the blasted night is a chopper?” “Guess we’ll find out!” They were through the field, … Continue reading A Ruthless Frontier AKRA 4.2 Run to the Chopper!
Once the hooded figure realized the fort was empty, she sent her pets ahead to find the scent of those who had alluded her this night. Certain she would find them, she was ill tempered when they did not. There … Continue reading A Ruthless Frontier AKRA: 4.1 The Field, the Ambush and The Ambush
