blackshields

The table before him had more empty mugs than he cared to count. The sun was blazing in the Allir Reach that day and even his tent did little to keep the sun away. He sat talking to himself as he always did. Smart men with weak arms liked to say that it was a sign that his mind was sharp. That...

Some time in the night, the haunting tendrils of a nightmare released their grip on Rori, leaving her breathless and disoriented. The slumbering forms of her companions dotted the forest floor, oblivious to her struggle. Frustration gnawed at her, rendering any hope of sleep futile. In search of...