As night fell, Christoph looked to the horizon behind him, one he could never go to again, and was discomforted by the bright orange glow he saw there. He hoped the farm was okay and the glow was just from torches. The people of Plowman's Rest loved a good lynching, like any criminally tiny village with nothing better to do should, but they were usually reas...
Cockweasel gulped and turned to see who was approaching them in the alleyway. He had just stolen his rescuer’s sword and sold it for the money to hire a whore, who he had just soundly buggered in a dark alleyway near the docks of the city of Alastriel. Just as he had finished shooting his wad up the whore’s ass and was about to leave a shadow had fallen over...
A flash of lightning struck as Joscelin stood in the rain. A second flash and Joscelin looked up in fear as she saw a familiar black tower. The Tower was several stories tall with only one window at the top. She saw that the window was illuminated by what must have been a burning candle. She squinted her eyes thinking she saw a silhouette of a man. She knew...
"So, um, I take it you ain't been out of the Ivory Tower in a while, sugar?" Gretel blinked. He rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip. "Is it that obvious bit?" The cart hit a bump, causing him to nearly drop his notebook. Beside him, the farmer's daughter Maye giggled as she bounced against his side. "A li'l bit." She patted him on the shoulder. "D...
Sorry for the very late update. Life got in the way, don't you hate it when that happens? Anyway, I'll try to post the next tales more frequently. Lastly, I'd like to thank all my editors who have gone out of their way to help me out. Thanks, guys! As dawn light rays pierced through the Thurtgen's thick forest canopy, a loud clash of steel echoed through t...
Walking through the trees to a farm to stop an unknown amount of goblins and or orcs from destroying the place ; who are there for some unknown reason; trying to do who knows what; for a girl who's name I don't even know; for payment that I'm not sure I'll even get. Seems like a good plan. I left what's her name back a bit to stay out of trouble. Don't need...
The rain pelted down on the two women like Thebinian sling bullets on a Gothmark horde. It made their night dash through the murky Breinden swamp all the more dangerous, but the duo didn't dare slow their pace — not when the beastly howls could still be heard over the downpour. "Faster, Sera! I can still hear them!" Romica Fey Blood yelled to her half...
"Do you think centaurs are real?" "Gee, Christoph, I don't know," came the terse reply from his back. "But if they aren't, then I don't know what the hell I'm doing up here!" Lounging atop her pack where it was strapped across his back, Krank blew a raspberry at what she viewed as a stupid question. She was up there, instead of hanging from the straps tha...
That evening in the great Mountains, the sky roared with the fury of dragons and breathed icy needles down upon the craggy peaks. The wind tore at those scrubby plants that had unshrewdly grown an inch too far from their roots. The flurrying snow bit and tore at exposed skin, blinded the eyes, weighed down furs and coats. Every footstep sank through crunchin...
Samuel grit his teeth and cursed his luck as he stepped from the forest onto the main road. He'd been so close! Practically able to put his hands on the little green witch! He spat on the ground and tried to prepare his notes in his head. Had to check in with the chief as soon as he got back, after all, and he needed to compose his report while it was fresh...