Category: Reclaiming A Life

The wind wafted over her white fur. Her tail swayed against the solid rock underneath her but that was the most movement she had done since climbing up here. If she looked behind her, she could see Luthagen. But instead, she was looking ahead at the shifting dunes and hot sun.

The sun had finally set that night and something about the night this time was far more unsettling. Despite it the six of them gathered at the outskirts of the city, there were many fires built in the city proper. Most people were gathered around them, using them as a cover for the night and […]

John’s body ached. He didn’t want to move. Where ever he was laying was comfortable. Waking up, and moving, meant dealing with the pain. And he didn’t want to face it. Not too monumental amount that he knew was just beyond the curtain of waking.

The interior building was large and nicer than the rest of the village. Booths, circular tables, polished wooden floors, and tables. The light came from hand glass blown lanterns that rested in the corners. At the middle was a circular wooden counter, a stone pillar with shelves lining them. But what was actually on those […]

As villages went this one was poor. Very poor. Every building was broken down in some way, whether it be rotting wood doors barely hanging on their hinges or roofs missing entire sections. And yet somehow this place was huge. Alistair wondered how poverty could have extended this far.

They left the woods behind and were out onto the golden prairie between Noria and the Free City. The grass was short and bronze in color. The wind was strong and their path was easier to follow. They’d been traveling for about two days but stopped at the newest obstacle on the horizon. Something that […]

The night was coming and it was a welcome sight for the weary travelers. They had been riding for the better part of three days, mostly in silence. Shina had guided their path and she was entirely correct in the sense that it was non-conventional. They’d traveled through swamps, over dead lakes, and through forests […]

“They got away.” “Yeah no shit!” Alistair shouted his voice echoing through the inn. He winced falling over to the side against the wall. Taking off his blood stained coat and tossing it on one of the beds he groaned. His arms were covered in scars, his undershirt littered with holes, but his red eyes […]

“You know, when I said sample the local cuisine this isn’t what I meant.” “You didn’t give him guidelines.” “How was I to know he’d spend it at the first kiosk he saw.” “Hey I can hear you you know.”