Windswept snowscape, broken by jagged outcroppings and copses of evergreen, sped past in a comfortable blur of conversation, exaggeration, and swapped stories. They sheltered overnight again in...
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Windswept snowscape, broken by jagged outcroppings and copses of evergreen, sped past in a comfortable blur of conversation, exaggeration, and swapped stories. They sheltered overnight again in...
“Behind you, lad.” Chapped lips laughed from beneath a bulbous soot-smudged nose. Throld stepped out around a shadow-wreathed bend in the labyrinthine halls, into Breaker’s sight. Deep craggy lines...
A faint echo distorted the silence between Throld and the Blackcloak, the final vestiges of a horrid, drawn-out wail. Hackles rose on his nape. Clammy chills trickled down his spine. He swallowed...
“Welcome to the mountain, Master Sartet.” The silky voice slipped through the amethyst-tinged shadows from behind its alabaster mask, a dagger unsheathed in the dark. “We’ve waited patiently on your...
The echoes of Vera’s retort died upon walls of solid stone, savaging the darkness beyond their circle of torchlight. One large chamber, Throld surmised, with many adjoining smaller rooms. Workshops,...
“Upwards,” Throld replied without hesitating. Bobbing his close-cropped pate with exquisite courtesy, he eyed the gaping maws of shadow that surrounded him. His features composed in intent...
Of course. The manling couldn’t see it, could he? Sometimes he allowed himself to forget how the younger races, even those as experienced and as competent as Breaker, could not read rock like the...
A grimace creased Throld’s coal-pit features, as if torn between his desperate need to tell the story and his uncharacteristic desire to forget it. Warring emotions illuminated the banks of snow in...
“Love, in its myriad forms, will be the end of us all. Yet such is its beauty that we cannot help but throw ourselves upon its embrace, sinners to the pyre.”
Exhaling a plume of sweet-scented...
The dwarf did as Breaker bade him, but not before unrolling the bear pelt he carried on his back and spreading it upon the icy ground. A sound somewhere between a relieved sigh and a pained groan...
“May Ronus forgive me! Or did I abandon all courtesy alongside my dignity when that blasted elf tied me up? Throld Sartet, merchant and raconteur, at your service.” The dwarf bowed his cropped scalp,...
“Remind me never to brawl against you, Mister Cronen,” Throld laughed, thumbing the trigger mechanism upon one of his many rings. The serrated blade poised against the cords that bound him slipped...
The frost-flowers had yet to wither when Throld stepped out into a dawn of cloudy grey. His breath, hot and heady, steamed from his bristly lips into the mists that wreathed the northbound road. His...
Humans truly had no idea how much noise their world could make. Like a flutterwing to a furnace he found himself drawn to the clamour of their congregation. It made no difference whether he find...
“Now now, gentlemen, you don’t mean to say,” the dwarf did declare, perching his considerable bulk on the counter-top so that he sat at a height with his audience. “None among you have heard of the...
*Courtly bow, exit stage left*
Done. - Ray
“What’s this here?” the dark elf behind the counter snarled, ears flattening in suspicion and distaste. The three dwarves bowed as one, and their leader - a shaven mongrel wearing bristles of...
The world returned in bright light and flashes of colour, and an inaudible jumble of sounds that wouldn’t leave his ears. Annoyed he tried to wave them away, only to find stronger hands than his...
Hungry stormclouds made no distinction between glistening silver mail and sooty oaken hull as they swallowed the combatants whole. Deafening broadsides receded into muted thunderclaps, then into the...
It didn’t take him long to realise that the frigate’s gunners intended to destroy the entire temple, just on the off-chance that further threats lurked in the shadows. Throld deemed it prudent to...
She must be out of shot. If not, she wouldn’t have walked into the open like an idiot to let her fuse get soaked.
“No shit, there I was...” Throld muttered to himself beneath his breath,...
Lashing raindrops drove into empty gaps in the wall, once occupied by stained windows etched with scenes from Raiaeran mythology. The voyage from the west. The Durklan wars and the blighting of the...
Midmorning brought a miserable north wind, and a cold constant drizzle that somehow found a way to soak through two layers of thick leather. Icy needles lashed at his face and tore at the spidersilk...
Downstream from the embattled isle, the Elleduin spat forth a mud-drenched dwarf. A handhold at a time Throld dragged his sopping body onto the safety of the gravel bank, coughing and spluttering...
Throld winced as the butt of the Alerian musket hit the other dwarf squarely at the base of her neck. She went limp and collapsed to the ground, like a sack of tubers tossed into a storage pit....