The Protector’s Lament

The cold desert night air threatened to send chills down Tholden’s spine as he lay against the sand, staring up at the stars.  Ten years ago this day he left home for greater adventures.  He remembered that day like it was yesterday…     “You’re going to WHAT?”  The bellow echoed against the walls inside the villa, making several servants pause in their duties to observe the sudden commotion.   “I said, father, that I am going to leave.  We have talked about this before!  My decision is made.”  Under his father’s watchful glare, Tholden continued to stuff what belongings he could fit into a canvas pack, content to end the argument there.  His father was not finished giving his view of things, however.   “And I have warned you what would happen...

The Bonds of Daecora – Asryn (CH 5)

[b]Chapter 5 – Asryn[/b] The aged man moved deftly among the supply crates quickly stacking up along the quay as they were removed from the ship. As the Old Tarantia dock workers moved the waiting supplies to horse-drawn carts, Hanibus marked the various crates’ contents and barracks destination within the city proper. This was just one of the duties that Captain Rinates had found for him. Hanibus was too old to fight, and far too stubborn to retire quietly on the soldier’s pension afforded the Black Legion, but he found solace serving as an aide to the Captain. Stopping briefly to stretch his aching back, Hanibus spotted a familiar face disembarking a ship at the far pier – a man that was supposed to be hundreds of leagues to the south. Hanibus lay...

There was a time— (CH-2)

“Ugh…this stench is unbearable, how do you even stand it, Fulna” groaned Ictan, one of the Lord Victas most trusted accountants and personal assistants. He was a mild mannered looking person,that is to say, someone who carried himself like a person who was use to everything happily falling into their proper place. Needless to say, lurking around in the rotting halls of the Tullianum prison was very out of place for him. He carefully tip toed his way across the slippery stone floors, occasionally sliding on some loose moss that had collected on the floors. Each time he began to slip he reflexively would reach out to grip the walls for support, but would quickly retract his arms to his side in order to avoid dirtying his hands on the roots and...

The Fates of Nixia – Part 1

The Fates of Nixia Forever Walking Shortly before the lifting of the Armaya   I had never known a life without the Company.  They were my regimen, my protectors and brethren.  Most of all, they were family.  My life was theirs as much as they were mine.  So it was for all of us, especially the Ataman.  The Ataman guided the Company through the desert wastes.  Not in any particular direction, but rather into the future.  Towards the currents that lay out of reach beyond the Armaya.  Walking us, or me specifically, towards me destiny. He taught all of us the Annals and Code of the Company. I am told that I am nearly 22 years old now, but I am not completely certain of that.  How does one count the days when all of the days are the same?  We trudge through the sands...

The Bonds of Daecora – Death (CH 4)

[size=12][b]Death[/b][/size] Under the cover of night with the moon still below the horizon, Sarkan approached his small hut across a field of dying, untended rye in the starlight. There were no signs agents of the Priesthood were lying in wait, and he would have been surprised if such effort were wasted on him. Exiting the field and crossing the yard, Sarkan strode straight past the hut door to the nearby well. He drew up the pail and gulped down the cool water greedily. Sated, he made his way to the door and lifted the simple latch, quietly slipping inside. Feeling his way through the pitch black to the shelf for the flint-piece, Sarkan found the oil lantern and prepared to strike the tool with the attached steel rod. [i]That would not be wise. I am sure your...