The Book of Rahl – Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven It has been five years since I’ve returned from my retirement and I still have yet to place quill to parchment and update these Annals as is my duty. The events of the last few years have swirled around us constantly, leaving little time for reflection and introspection, but perhaps I can summarize. Alexander, it seems, is completely lost to me now. I can not fathom his reasons for slaughtering my dear Marla and the children, only that they were cold and cruel – calculated to hurt me personally as much as possible. I still don’t know what I’ve done to warrant such hatred from my son, but his intentions are clear. The reports coming in over the last few years have him approaching nearly all of our enemies in an attempt...

A Journey Home – Saben Evans

The room is dark, except for an area surrounding two lit candelabras near the padded chair by the window. It smelled of smoke, dried blood and old papers. The blood scent is from an orc, killed in the hallway outside. The body might be gone, but the blood stench will probably not be gone for a few days. The old paper scent is less misplaced considering the room is the Black Roses library. As dangerous as smoke sometimes can be in such a place, this was harmless. The smoke is comming from a pipe, holding the pipe is me, Captain Saben Evans. Once a religous man, now someone to be bought and sold for gold. One can argue that I had changed considerably, I certainly did sometimes but more often than not I took the stance that I stilled held true to my beliefs, if not...