Racists say the darndest things: “In the end it is an historical fact that if you mess with white people too much, they will destroy you.” Because this quote came from a “friends-only” post on LiveJournal – excerpted from the reposting of an email sent to the LiveJournaler in question – I won’t name the
FLATLAND: The Village Gar’tor
By St. Cuthbert’s beard, I signed up for the military to kill Orcs! Kobolds and half-orcs and the ignorant humans willing to deal with them were not what I’d expected. Never mind the undead! If I wasn’t disappointed when they split Leoroar and I into different units, I certainly was when I fell beneath the
FLATLAND: Prologue
SAMUEL FLETCHER Ought-Seven:UE (Unasian Era) By the age of thirty-seven, Samuel Fletcher had cheated death more times than he could recall, thanking Olidammara at every opportunity. Taken from his village and pressed into military service at 15 years old, he’d come of age during a violent and lawless time, spending his next fifteen years fighting
Chapter Two: A Change in Plans
Village Stethlan, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) The two stone towers guarding the bridge that crossed the Hazur River and led into the Village Stethlan were just visible on the horizon a half mile away to the south. The quintet had put about the same distance
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
An hour south of Tashluta, the Hazur river had begun to narrow somewhat to no more than 30 yards at its widest point. Indo Skulldark sat at the rear of the small fishing boat warily eyeing the ragged banks that rose steeply on either side making them easy prey for bandit archers or griffons looking
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
Belgeon Urthadar absently rubbed at the scar on his forearm as Shann Tharden outlined the impending mission to the Village Stethlan, an outpost farming village on the Hazur River, near the northern edge of the Hazur Mountains that lay southwest of Tashluta. The village’s prosperous brewery, famous throughout the region for its potent Stethlan Stout,
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
The smell of charred wood and flesh had reached his nostrils a full mile before he’d reached its source – each step closer making it impossible to not assume the worst. Corin knew the tangled, unmarked paths of the Black Jungles like he knew his own name – intimately and without effort, moving swiftly towards
Chapter One: Brief Introductions
Tashluta, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) Turtle Harbor lazily slapped against the Tashlutan docks, raising a welcome mist that splashed across Shann Tharden’s tan, unlined face. Standing in front of a small warehouse building at the end of the docks, she turned east to look towards
OGBOGU DE HAIROUN
The stench of burning flesh made Ogbogu de Hairoun’s eyes water – salty, stinging tears of loss and terror. It took every last shred of willpower to not make a sound, to lie still amongst the carnage, to not jump up and reveal himself only to fall in a flurry of arrows and iron. To
MATEO DE ORIKENO
Mateo de Orikeno’s tall, slender body hovers several hands above the smoothly-packed dirt floor, hazel eyes focused on the pulsing ball of light in his right hand as he tells the tale. “The chief of the land of the dead thought it over for a long time,” he says. The ball of light, an effervescent