“For Rath’s sake,” Macthal cursed, invoking the god of the Pale, and all his forsaken glory. The deer broke through thirty feet ahead of him. It was no child. It was no normal deer either. It was almost an elk’s size, like from the wood’s more northern reaching arms, but with the graceful lines of a white tailed stag. Its pelt was bone white, save for a wicked and ragged gash on its right flank, whose red stain widened even as it splashed into the water and tried not to fall from a long jump over some particularly gnarled roots.
Tag: Magic
The Dragon’s Groom: Interlude I
It wasn’t long before Rath grew lonely with his charge, so he made for himself a host of servants out of the white-silver rock of the Pale. Seven-winged figures that could reflect his light and keep him company like his siblings once did.
The Dragon’s Groom: Chapter 3 Sc. 4-5
That was when there came a whistling in the wind. It blew down on the clearing from the white tipped north and carried with it a flock of Ayer,all little, pine needle winged, and child like.
The Dragon’s Groom: Chapter 3 Sc. 3
How deeply were the Woven attempting to reach with their powers? How long had they thought of this moment and prepared? Where did they find these ritual words? There were no Favored who would know them. Or none that would willingly speak them to a Woven willing to use them. Hunger had to believe that….
The Dragon’s Groom: Chapter 3 Sc. 2
Famine howled as he rushed forward. Hunger felt the Pack surge around his shoulders and drag him with them. Without thinking, he felt he was part of a wave from the very bottom of the sea.
Always New Country (Comic Adaptation)
A 'Glimpse into the Vault' that follows a father and daughter trying to start a new life on the frontier of their fantastical lands...
Three Times For Habit?
Somehow, I've managed to be as constant as the gleam of the Gods' Eye. I've kept up a routine for two weeks in a row!
The Dragon’s Groom: Chapter 3 Sc. 1
Suddenly, Famine was sprinting to stop what could only be powerful Woven, looking to birth a weapon beyond their kin to control.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Ignoble’ P.7
There was supposed to have been only normal human bones and all the treasure an abandoned keep could hide in normal human chests.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Councilor’ P.7
There was an invisible pressure between the Councilor and her scowling daughter, manifesting in a bending of the receiving room light.