Wake up sleepy head. Waaaaaaaaaake uuuuuuuuuppppp. All was black while Haryk’s mind tossed in a sea of memories, of darkness, and clawing things, and cuts and wounds. Andril was dead, and he was dying. His arms shot up uncontrollably, pushing … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 5.4 The Study of Ages
Haryk pulled in front of Andril, and ran on expecting the mage to keep up. He didn’t though and Haryk soon had to pull him onward by the collar. He learned quick this still wasn’t going to work, nor could … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 5.3 A Bedtime Story Before Sleep
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Andril and Haryk had been on the loose inside the ancient ruins when they each made a mistake that should have cost them their lives. Together, they searched for a way out of the old keep. Only a few hours … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 5.2 Lazy Bones
Thrak Yak held tightly to his sack, for it contained his snacks. No one had ever seemed to think it had contained anything of significant value, but Thrak knew better. With a nice crunch between his sharp teeth, Thrak returned … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 29.6 The Unstable Genius
All around him, Genoran watched dutifully as his people, the men and women of the free folk of Cellinor, fought and died. He knew that although Celn lands were far from perfect, that they remained a light in a world … Continue reading A Crimson Shore, 32.1: Silence and Regret
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)