18: The Icy Winter of an Empty Mind

White, the white of snow, frost in the air and fog on the ground. everything was white. Even the usual green of the sparse trees seemed to wither to opacity, colour beaten back by unrelenting winter. The sun, usually warm and welcoming reflected daggers off of the snow, turning the white into a blinding glare.…

17: Behind walls, sound and safe

Two days later, in a near-empty tavern in Riverend, behind the safety of walls, sheltered by a thick roof, and with the comfort of a crackling fire. Six travellers talked, drank, ate, and sheltered in the semblance of happiness that the three activities brought. Entertainment was provided by a scruffy old bard with a beard…

16: Bandits, Bastards, Blood.

Old Ibar moved closer to Shep as he knelt down to examine the cart, or at least acted like that was what he was doing. "Hmm, it seems your axle is cracked. Not something we are capable of dealing with, unfortunately." Shep shrugged. "We could get a carpenter up here for you when we reach…

15: The Road to Riverend.

After much debate between Shep and Isiri as to which direction held the quickest route to Riverend, they were moving again. They were on the road, again. They were driving their horses onward, again. They were talking, again. Things were the same. But it was different. The forest was not the same cityscape of animal…

13: The Perils of A Necromancer.

Decay. Ayrin could smell decay. strong and vile, it worked its way into Ayrin's nose. beneath it was an undertone of damp earth, a smell that would have normally proved comforting now seemed to speak of evil. The final scent to reach his nose was the smell of steel, cold iron and rust. Ayrin opened…

12: Back On the Road

Much to Ayrin's relief, Daramon did not turn him into a frog, nor did he grow extra arms or legs, He was not destroyed by arcane forces leaving little but a pile of dust on the floor rather the opposite His bandages were changed and the old, bloody rags thrown into the fire. The wound…

11: Grelion’s Gift.

When the pain subsided, Ayrin's head felt clearer, he didn't hurt as much and his rage was diminished. That wasn't to say it was gone completely, when he rose from the water and grabbed a towel, his first move was to strike Daramon in the face with his fist, knocking him flat. Shep saw it…

10: The Aftermath of Evil

The gentle sea of darkness and silence receded slowly and the heavy sounds of a storm battered the world, rain like a thousand swords to the ears, each thunderclap, the violent boom of a collapsing mountain. Ayrin awoke to the sky's harsh cacophony, startled and bruised. his head ached, his hand stung and his chest…

9: The Boy and The Beast

Ayrin's schedule ran through his head with all the pain of a bad headache: At dawn, rise. Then, carry water from the wells up to the barracks. Eat breakfast. after that, help clean up the mess in the barracks, train with Cral or another of the baron's men and then stand up in the draughty…