Chief Pulgok had seen fit to give Kluk one of the houses in what was formerly Glenholme, now called Name-To-Be-Determined. The house still had three of its walls and most of its roof, which was more than Kluk was used to having over his head at any given time. Outside of his house, the five […]
Unused talents do some strange things.
Say you’ve got everything lined up perfect in your life to be, say, a dressmaker. You’ve got the right kind of hands, a steady nature, creativity, patience, ready access to cloth, loads of free time, the works. All the stars aligned for you to make dresses. But you don’t, right? […]
Anastasia hardly noticed the poison in her coffee any more. They changed substances once every four days or so and as a result the flavor got a bit different, but the paladin knocked back the cups like her new favorite drink was about to be outlawed.
Across the table, Sybil watched her in vague fascination.
“Aren’t you […]
Kluk stood before the ramshackle palace of the goblin chieftain Pulgok. He’d been summoned to serve on the war council for the goblin tribe’s latest assault on the nearby human city. Pulgok’s castle was built mostly of broken pieces of trash, half finished walls and a roof of hides. But it had a whole three […]
“Here, hold this.”
Anastasia stopped in the doorway of Contessa’s, for lack of a more accurate word, workshop, and looked at the small metal cube that had been thrust into her hand. Contessa, for her part, moved back to her workbench; the teen perched on the edge of a thoroughly reinforced barstool that was now more […]
Kluk didn’t want to be here. He never asked to be part of a raiding party. The little goblin had always been pretty happy just digging through the trash outside the big human city for shinies and giant grubs to eat. But here he was, clutching his horsechopper as tight as he could to stop […]
It was half-past midnight when the drow got the drop on me.
I, admittedly, could have been more careful, but when our hunters and scouts told me that something had happened to the local goblins I felt dismissive. They were goblins, after all – stupid, greedy, easily distracted, tricked, and slain. I was the favored of […]
In accordance with your negotiated agreement with Aisling of Shatterdown, known locally as the Scarlet Princess, I have prepared this report during the first month of my visit and participation in her governance, as a member of her inner council. For the sake of convenience, as well as in recognition of my own limited […]
Three weeks’ ride north and east of Shatterdown – plus or minus the ferry, depending on the weather and the good mood of the ferryman – lay the island city of Asheholm. Built into the side of the sheer cliffs of its island home, Asheholm sprawled in a way few cities do, with streets and […]