Rain of Thorns #2 – Seeing StarsRain of Thorns #2 – Seeing Stars
Click here for Chapter 1 If it were any other dwarf, foot falls snapping twigs and the sound of breathing would be heard; but Torval had learned to be dead
Click here for Chapter 1 If it were any other dwarf, foot falls snapping twigs and the sound of breathing would be heard; but Torval had learned to be dead
Wishes “Deverell!” I cried, nearly toppling over the man she was treating as I rushed to her. “Oh, I am sorry, sir” I said to him, as his groan reminded
Dearest Bria – A few days past, I found myself wandering in the realm of Land-Roval, which I’m guessing must be elvish for “Land of Ten Thousand Minstrels” because that
Homecoming It was as I feared. Archet remained in a state of ruin, caught within a stalemate between a seemingly distant past trying to hold off a foreboding future. Blackwolds,
Pashrandir, poet from “An Unexpected Vidcast” presents a touching Ode to Weatherstock, as he looks forward to this much loved event on Landroval.