-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lord Talos of Evora Dancer's Hill, Kingdom of Solais 28th of Starset, 1282 D.f. -=-=-=-=-=-=- All men have fought this war, the battle to fight or flee; the masses label it nerves, whilst the devout call it destiny. But this war isn't so much a choice between two options. No men choose to flee. It's all instinct, it's beyond us, it's the a...
"There, My Princess," said Sir Arrack, pointing ahead with one gauntleted hand. "Yonder hill is the meeting place." Princess Rhialla looked at the crest of the high, broad hill half a mile distant. She saw no movement there. "How far is the Hist village from here?" she asked. She was pleased to note the firmness of her voice, despite the anxiety which claw...
"Go forth. Fetch yon stick." The German Shepard known as Xander races across the grass to retrieve a very special stick. Carefully biting down upon it he brings it back to its owner with a playful poise. Accepting the drool covered wand was a younger man in a dingy purple robe. Tethered tightly about his waist by a golden sash. A beard dangling from his chi...
By suppertime, we were settled into our suite at Caesar's Atlantic City Casino. We took a shower together and then laid down for a short nap before tackling supper and the casino. We had decided that we both had "headaches" and sex would be the last thing on our minds that night so we took it easy on each other and enjoyed the respite. After our naps we fou...
Three Years Ago Waves of the deepest blue he had ever seen lifted the ship high, making his stomach lurch. The sea had been growing rougher the further out from shore they sailed. A grim smile settled upon Augras' lips. No one had ever sailed this far out. It had been two months since they set out from Ruar, two months since he left his mother and father, Q...
I am Canadian. Canadian spelling differs from American spelling. Canadian colloquial expressions may also be used here. ***** Prologue It's January so the cold weather has thinned out the vagrants from around the doors to my office building, only the pale waif with the dead green eyes and the crazy ginger Santa remain. I should probably have more empathy...
"And the next bowman to shoot at the butt is William Fletcher, who came ninth and fifth in the first and second rounds. Please show him your encouragement, one and all." There is a light round of applause in reply to the Town Crier's booming announcement and one or two slight insults arise from a group of locals, who have clearly partaken of more flagons of...
Six Months Later The sun shone bright orange early in the morning, its rays beating down on the long Mead Hall which now dominated the center of the village. The small encampment which had once been the home of the Lainaird Tribe had grown into a small town after he repopulated it with captives from neighboring tribes. Once the wooden palisade surrounding i...
Queen Arta waited atop a gently rolling plain, her snow-white stallion pawing the ground in anticipation for the swift descent. She looked around her and saw a thousand banners fluttering in the wind on this misty morning, a thousand roaring dragons ready to maim and kill on command, for across the sea of green stood twice as many standards of gold and carry...
~~Medusa~~ "So, what do you think?" Darian said. He posed for them, a brown cloak wrapped over his body, dirty edges and blotches of stains on it. Chimera grunted, but Medusa smiled and slithered around him. "You look charming." "I'm not supposed to look charming! I'm supposed to look forgettable." He adjusted the horrible garb, but no matter how he wore...