A Guardian’s SubtletyA Guardian’s Subtlety
As Mericc slept midway through his journey north, in an inn of no consequence, his elven companion pulled a hooded cloak over himself and headed downstairs. He was bored and
As Mericc slept midway through his journey north, in an inn of no consequence, his elven companion pulled a hooded cloak over himself and headed downstairs. He was bored and
Endhorg the Fierce, Commander of Riverwatch’s forces, paced the floor of his estate that lay not far from the palace. Weapons of every shape and style lined the walls and
“Greetings High Lord Morianart,” Gwindaelin spoke with dulcet tones, curtseying low. “The splendor of your court is spoken of all the way in Dale, though I see now that they
The former servant girl, turned Gwindaelin, stood before the barrel-chested brute, the power of her song holding him in her sway. She sang before them both, unbeatable warrior and noble
Stars wheeled overhead as the noble man approached the source of the weeping in his garden. As he brushed away hanging strands of flowers and leaves, he came upon a