Active re-write
The Spires of Ettermire clawed at the cloudy sky like hungry dragons, ever ready to devour knowledge. The great structures were a symbol of dark elven ingenuity, and grew in size...
Type: Posts; User: Les Misérables
Active re-write
The Spires of Ettermire clawed at the cloudy sky like hungry dragons, ever ready to devour knowledge. The great structures were a symbol of dark elven ingenuity, and grew in size...
Claiming the third place AC badge
The wagon wheels trundled along and Phyr lay on his back, gazing at the sky through the window bars. Clouds drifted past, and his ability to control his limbs came back gradually. His mind had turned...
A’lia stayed and listened to Phyr’s stories for hours. He told her of the wife and happy life he’d had in Alerar, of the plot to frame him for treason, and of the harrowing time spent in the...
Time passed like molasses dripping down a spoon. Phyr ignored the hunger and thirst that gnawed at his insides and dried his throat. He made peace with the many superficial wounds inflicted by the...
The circle of bayonets tightened menacingly, but A’lia refused to budge, protecting Phyr with her body. Between her paws she clutched the Thunderbox. In the moonlight, the artifact looked metallic,...
The gates groaned and sagged but did not break. Chaos exploded within the city, and all around it.
Alarm bells tolled and silver-furred musketeers appeared on the walls, firing through the...
After a careful explanation of Phyr’s plan, Fordstein agreed it was a good one, and they sent soldiers off to make preparations by the light of the moon. Sa’resh stood next to A’lia a short...
“He was just trying to light his pipe,” stammered the victim’s compatriot, “his flint striker failed, so he tried a sparking spell his mother taught him. That… thing came down and wrapped...
The road to the Orian capital of Meno was long and straight, composed of hardpack dirt and bordered by a sparse, dying forest. It rose steeply at odd intervals like a giant staircase, making the...
The dark elf and the catwoman continued their dialogue for some time; Phyr had many questions, and A’lia had many answers. Before long the rippling banners of Baron Fordstein glided to a stop at...
The breeze played with Phyr’s long gray ponytail as two sailors escorted the silver furred female to the top of the tower. She did not so closely resemble the silver furs Sa’resh had battled on...
The wind carried the scent of cat blood and burning flesh. It fanned the flames of the corpse fires which crackled along the outskirts of the harbor, and sidled between the soldiers and sailors...
Gisela, some weeks earlier.
“Remove Captain Sa’resh’s manacle please, he is my guest.” The sly voice of Baron Fordstein rang with charm as much as command. The liveried guard did as...
“Brace for impact!” The strident voice of Captain Phyr Sa’resh rang out from the frigate’s quarterdeck. The old dark elf clutched the bulwark with his lone left arm, leaning heavily on the...
“We must depart,” Gum said furiously, “I've seen the same man pass this lane by three times.”
Phyr snapped his head around, silver ponytail swaying against his borrowed slicker, sharp...
Whump!
Phyr landed on the broad leaves of ferns, set in a soft bed of soil. Winded by the fall and somewhat stunned, the old elf still scrambled to his feet. He'd missed impaling himself on his...
The cart full of furs which had gotten them through Gisela's gates waited in the alleyway beside Tosu's family's house. Phyr reluctantly left the Thunderbox unattended as the boy's aunt insisted they...
The following two days passed Phyr by in a blur. He visited with old friends, spent some more time planning with the mayor, and made preparations for his voyage. Aldebrand provided a horse and cart,...
“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Mayor Aldebrand.” Phyr sat in the padded leather visitor's chair positioned in front of the mayor's long mahogany desk.
“Of course, old friend, of course....
“Mister Sa'resh, mister Sa'resh! They've arrived!” The innkeeper's nervous voice, alongside her polite knock, permeated the door.
“Erm, who's arrived, Ellenore?” Phyr Sa'resh stalled. The old one...
The cell smelled of rank mildew and rotten hay. Phyr lay upon a pile of aging straw, hands manacled to a running chain that lined the wall. If he angled his back just right, he could almost sit...
The newlyweds spent a week at a well-recommended inn along the outskirts of Etheria. The pretty port city attracted many young couples, with its fancy restaurants and seaside trails. Annelle and Phyr...
The tale of Sa'resh's victory over Steeleye swept through the ranks of the Alerian military, and as spring turned to summer Phyr found himself the recipient of numerous accolades. He could scarcely...
As the officers led their chosen steeds into the yard, a light drizzle escaped the overcast skies. Phyr had selected Moonshine, of course. The white gelding high-stepped through the muddy terrain,...