A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 5: Grail of Mercenaries
"The price of ashplums has gone up again!""Yes, apparently the farmers have refused to work--""Maybe I'll move to the Imperial City instead.""Oh? Their Saint Valentine festivals are amazing I hear...""Rats! It's always rats!" The marketplace was full...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 4: Get Back Here!
"Do you think there will be a war with the Redcloaks?" A voice asked close-by. "As if you're asking! You know how Nords are." Another voice responded. "They didn't call them the Vengeance Wars for no reason!" They added. Akalgan looked up slightly...
A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 3: The Ursaren Captain
Mykolas had watched the scene unfurl from his captain's office. The curtains were drawn and the picture was clearly painted in the dawning light of overcast skies beginning to clear. He had witnessed the death of the last two Nords, and now watched as...
Chapter 10: No Words
Akalgan pushed the door open to his room with a big yawn. He shut the door behind him and turned to his bed, but stopped in his tracks suddenly. There before him stood Brendas, amongst a tiny pile consisting of the clothes he wore for the night....
Chapter 9: The Vagabond Mercenary
The tavern was noisy as ever, a cacophony of boisterous joy that would be a little unbearable for anybody unfamiliar to the custom of celebrating the end of the day in a den that stank of ale and smoke. Brendas felt uneasy in amongst the crowd not...
Chapter 8: The Street Urchin
Akalgan made it to the inn very quickly, or at least the raucous ruckus and noisy merriment echoing into the street he traversed made it seem close indeed. Akalgan slipped into the inn and in amongst the heat of people bustling to celebrate the end of...
Chapter 7: Bounty of Work
The afternoon sun dipped low in dusky sky and fierce rays of sunlight pierced the glass windows of Mykolas' office. He sat at his desk, evidently undone by the paperwork on his desk. For the whole day he had done nothing but attempt to muster concern...
Slipping Away
Footsteps in the dark... A grey sky, a sunless horizon, I am now running, sprinting, The white and warm lights Passing me by like moments of life. Only cold winds... I am treading a path I know, But I'm still a lost little child, So unloved...
He Said
The sun shone through clear glass, light dispersed and filtered by thin curtains that hung over the windows. Andre happily lied across the floor, his tail swishing behind him as he drew pictures upon paper with charcoal pencil. Flora sat beside him,...
Chapter 1 - Survival of the Wimpiest
The salamander shook his head and tried to keep quiet as he heard footsteps. He then looked down and saw something, a handle. He picked it up, and discovered a broken sword that may have been three feet long, but was now reduced to a third of the...
Prologue
37 ADP in the independent city-state of Rothan, the city has become a warzone between rebel forces sided with Guardians of Arsodus insurgents against the Dominion military, and the sounds of fierce combat cut through sombre and dusty afternoon skies as...
Hungry Kitchen
Axel stumbled into the kitchen, his stomach growling. **"Unghhh..."** He groaned as he opened the pantry. Nightfyre peeked over his newspaper for a moment, raising an eyebrow before he flicked the newspaper up again. Axel's eyes widened. **"WHAT!?...