Upon Crooked Foundations
Folgren the big, pale grey horse walked through the busy town streets at a relaxed pace, the plated parts of his armour softly scraping against parts of chain, his guardsman's cloak fluttering up to a step behind him. His mid-length black hair was...
Upon Crooked Foundations 2
Folgren entered the station that morning the same as ever, ducking the twin hanging trophies to find Mikis, the brown wolf, already at the guard table, his two compatriots yet to arrive in the early hours barely past dawn. "Morning, boss.", Mikis...
Riot Ball
Sillick the tan and cream coloured hare sat in the nude upon a bench within the inordinately huge and unbearably noisy locker room. He was awaiting his turn at the likewise crowded showers, not too keen on attempting to share a shower head with one of...
Guild Relations, Part 8
With their day's travel at an end, they were once more seated around a campfire for the night. Hetroth stared blankly into the dancing flames, thinking still of how the gods could be no more eternal than the ruins that dotted the world. He was finding...
Guild Relations, Part 10
Hetroth woke with a start, a layer of sweat coating his chest and back. Everything seemed dark, except it wasn't. A deep black void surrounded him, yet his limbs were visible to him in perfect clarity. For a while his mind was clouded by thoughts of...
Guild Relations, Part 7
Hetroth sat upon Varik's bed, already bathed and fed. He was packing for the journey before them. Or rather, mostly reassessing what he'd already packed for his last excursion. He was lacking his armour, but only for the moment. Varikas had gone off...
Guild Relations, Part 11, Final
Hetroth regained consciousness to the sound of voices nearby. Assessing his vicinity, he was somewhat distressed to find his parts were to the wind, within eyesight of whomever the female voice he was hearing belonged to. Flailing clumsily, he took a...
Guild Relations, Part 9
Hetroth woke to the sounds of rain, beating haphazardly against the window sills and roofs in a raging downpour. Summer rains were relatively rare in the canine kingdom, but harsh when they came. The stag was still well asleep when Het rose up to his...
Guild Relations, Part 4
Hetroth woke by himself, barely a sound around to stir his sleep. He felt around himself for the deer, but found nothing. The ruffle of paper perked his ears up and made him open his eyes. The mid-morning sun shone through the clear glass windows,...