Category: The Wolf and the Necromancer

It was night now. She wasn’t sure how she knew that without opening her eyes. All she knew was that for sure when she opened her eyes it would be dark outside.

The desert, even with the blessing of the Free Lady, was still unforgiving. The sun glared down from above with the gaze of a disapproving parent. Constant and unwavering. Even with the assistance of magic, it wasn’t an easy trek. Especially for Snow, entirely unused to this type of climate. Her feet dragged in the […]

“There try to move it now.” Vincent looked up at the child sitting on the bed in front of him. He looked at Vincent and then down at his legs, one dirty with sand but the other ended early in a scarred nub. Surrounding the nub was a leather socket, a metal pylon, two rotators […]

“Finally clothes again,” Ryza said looking herself over. A black shirt with long sleeves. A skirt that went down to her knees and boots. They were comfortable to wear and more importantly the skirt hid her tail comfortably which she could work with. And a new bandana, red now that she could hide her ears […]

Getting into the hole wasn’t the hard part. Ryza crafted a series of platforms for them to walk down like a spiral staircase. Snow was unsteady walking it and definitely didn’t enjoy the heights aspect but Ryza held her hand the entire way. The lower they got the cooler it became until by the end […]

When Ryza eventually awoke the next day, she did so slowly. She hadn’t wanted to leave her slumber. The softest most peaceful sleep she’d had in a very long time. As she awoke, she felt the twinges of pain from her arm and hip. She was still sore from the fighting of the previous evening. […]

As Snow left the town the damage was obvious and immense. Her senses had almost doubled since she’d come back from whatever it was that she was now. She could hear how empty the city was now. Smell the death that hung on the air like a cologne.

Ryza shut her eyes feeling the flare ups of magic around her. No matter what the Sanctum called their hunters they used magic as far as she was concerned. But beyond that, she could hear the screams. She could hear the ripping and the tearing and the howling.

Snow wasn’t sure what she was expecting Varuct to look like. She’d heard about it from her grandmother. One of the larger cities in the Sanctum. It had been an experimental place whose main industry was metallurgy. From ironworks to jewelry making. They didn’t supply the entire Sanctum with tools but they were one of […]

Riding a dead horse was better than riding a living one. It didn’t have weird bucks or opinions or tendencies. It did exactly as it was told. It just smelled like decay and magic. Sinister magic that made Snow’s nose itch constantly. She rubbed it for what must have been the sixth time since they […]