Sir Kalas ascended the staircase, and pushed the heavy stone door into the chamber. “Oracle. I seek your guidance.” The woman — was it a woman? It was difficult to tell. Yes, but also no. “Being” was more accurate — turned to face him. It towered over the resplendent knight, its face obscured from view […]
“Where am I?” said the man on the bed, coming to his senses and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His temple was a dull red. The bleeding seemed to have clotted now. “Shhh. That’s not important,” the Jester said, sat cross legged on the bed. Her voice was soothing, but sinister. Warm and comforting,
The Shard. It was beautiful, Kathrine thought. Rell Keep was so…dull. Bleak. At least by comparison. It was nice, obviously. It had its own charm. But this place was so vibrant. Colourful! It had only been a few weeks she’d been here, but it gave a new lease on life. She didn’t miss Rell so
The two children looked at one another, then back to the small creature in the bundle of cloths on the doorstep. “I think it’s a…baby.” “A baby what?” “I don’t know, I’ve never seen one before!” The creature made a wordless vocalisation, and it’s skin turned a light shade of blue. “Shh! Don’t speak like
The heavy oaken door to Seaworth Hall creaked open, scraping slightly on the wooden floor as it did so. Lindal could hear the pitter patter of feet from further in the house as he heaved the chest over the threshold. “Dad! Dad! Dad’s home!” Screeching round the corner, the children careened into him, and he
The three others watched as their accomplice emptied the hessian sack on the antechamber’s cobbled floor, letting forth a cascade of coins that formed a neat, gilded peak. The sound echoed throughout the antechamber and out into the tunnel beyond it. “There’s mountains of it…” “Yup!” said Soren with a grin. “It’ll feed us for
“What is it?” “One of those…things from the Wastes, isn’t it? The scorpion men…” The crowd murmured as the newcomer scuttled through the city streets. They stood eight feet tall, and as long again, a chitinous torso giving way to a segmented body and a curled stinger, borne along on six spindly legs. A scor’ani.
Rook sat, perched on the building’s edge, swinging his legs in the cool afternoon breeze. He picked slowly away at his sandwich, watching the bustle of the city far below him through the gap in his legs, looking back up to the horizon when the vertigo got too much for him. People said a lot
The aetherrail glid to a stop, and there was a rustle as commuters rose to their feet and departed. Kara stepped off the carriage, slinging her kit bag over one shoulder, and took a deep breath. In the distance, raised slightly above the rest of the district, she could see The Bastion, her destination. It
The artificer flipped through some pieces of paper on his clipboard, muttering to himself as he read them. “Mmhmm. Mmhmm. OK, Relic, is it? Routine maintenance?” The aetherforged looked up at him, answering in a metallic, monotone voice. His body was old and rusted, and he smelled strongly of grease and oil. He seemed impatient.
