Areia’s Wake sailed along the shoreline of a strange and exotic coast. Island after island of sound infested, wild, untamed mystery. Thrak had learned from his days on board pirating vessels in Far Realm, that shallower waters meant dangerous waters. … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 21.3 Slavery of One Kind or Another
“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
“Well it’s been interesting little furrball,” said Ares. He lifted Gerrell and placed him on his shoulders. The two of them, shrunken to a mere 12 inches or so, were still short enough to fit well within the tunnel. From … Continue reading A Ruthless Frontier 7.3 Ooey. Gooey. Goodness.