The Book of Rahl – Chapter Thirty-One

The Book of Rahl – Chapter Thirty-One: Of Thin Ice, Thin Lines, and Soldiers on Tightropes Tonight marks the fortieth year of my command. Forty years, and once again we face all the same struggles. One would think that there would be some manner of progress – that some of these battles and wars would be won by now, but that does not seem to be the case. The Society remains on stand-down in the city of Jhelom. The men are bored and restless and it’s beginning to show. This is further complicated by the fact that over the course of the last year it seems every petty agitator and fanatic in the world has decided to take pokes at us. Most of the men are tired of simply ignoring it, and there have been incidents – some minor, some quite severe that will...

The Book of Rahl – Chapter Thirty

The Book of Rahl – Chapter Thirty: A Night in Jhelom My thirty-eighth year as CO of the Society found us in the employ of no one in particular and billeting in the city of Jhelom. Most of the expected events occurred when we arrived and started digging in: the men started getting particularly nervous about anyone and everyone, the locals started getting nervous about the men being nervous, a flood of new enlistments came through from bored locals, baddies and nasties of all sorts found out where we were and started making trouble – the usual fare. The initial hostility we received from a few of the city’s inhabitants has died down to a distasteful grumble. I have yet to meet with any of the more influential folks in town, and I really do hope everyone can...

The Last Temptation of Debinani Rahl

The Last Temptation of Debinani Rahl The day started normally enough. I was walking out to the front of the tower, pulling on my padded gloves for my afternoon bout and chat with Nocturne. I found the man standing where I was expecting him, though not remotely ready to fight. “Sir,” he said, and reverently pulled a cloth-wrapped package from his pouch. He unwrapped it carefully and handed me a small vial of sparkling blue liquid. “This it?” I asked. He nodded. “Sandoval already took the stuff, watched him turn all young right in front of my eyes.” “Where is he now?” “Oh sir, I’m quite sure he’s romping naked through the woods with a whore on each arm, wiping out entire generations of orcs as well as anyone who looks at him funny.”...