Ryza let the door close behind her and sighed leaning against it. Somehow she’d avoided a disaster with Snow and even more so she hoped sincerely that her uncle would give his help. She was estranged from Vayne definitely and she wasn’t sure if he was willing to even speak with her. If his relationship […]
Category: The Wolf and the Necromancer
“You don’t have to go. Please.” “We do have to mom. It’s been getting worse.” “How long between the flashes?” “He says there’s been one a day but I know that there are more than that.”
The ground was rumbling. Why was the ground rumbling? It was like a stampede of horses. That had happened once. A long time ago. Tore through the village. Had caused so much trouble. Everything but the bar was shut down for a week. People actually came in a few times. It was nice and weird. […]
There’s no fear quite like running for one’s life. The spike in adrenaline that’s so primal that all thought and pretense of high-level thinking abandons you. That was the fear that gripped the child as he ran through the forest. He didn’t look where he ran. He didn’t figure out where he was going. He […]
When Ryza came to, she was warm and truly didn’t want to get up. She couldn’t remember a night when she had been this comfortable. Groaning softly, she tried to roll over but it was hard to move. She tried again but she wasn’t making any progress.
They’d spent the entire night traveling to the next closest village. Though they didn’t find one they had found a home. There were clothes strung out drying in the night air and after very little convincing from Ryza, Snow had some new clothes to wear. Ryza had walked away allowing her to change in privacy […]
Both women looked toward the noise and watched as six men and three women came inside. Ryzaz recognized one of them to be the man that had told her to leave this place when she first got there. But what was really alarming was the fact that they were all armed. Axes mostly but a […]
Ryza thought that she would have been used to hills. Especially after growing up in Noria a good chunk of her life. Having lived on her own, without her father, and hiding from others, ruffing it was normal. Yet her legs were burning and she was clinging to her shovel for dear life.
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