The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 9
With heavy footsteps, Kirtok moved toward the rotted pile of wood that had at one point been his childhood home. He moved unsteadily on shaking legs, as though intoxicated. His hands hung at his sides, his fists clenching and relaxing repeatedly as he...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 11: Prelude to Darkness
The bar was quiet, save for the sparse few patrons that sat scattered around the room like the first few fallen leaves in autumn. Freya was in her usual spot at the counter, nursing a drink and making small talk with the few people who walked by...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 8
After the visit with Doren and Cale, Kirtok's work returned to normal as the weeks began to crawl by. Weeks eventually became months, and soon Kirtok was beginning to wonder if his replacement was ever going to show up. Even after reminders that she...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 10: Escaping the Meadows
Jinn looked upwards and could see the faint red orb from Dougal's flare as it ascended into the sky before disappearing. He came to a halt, his paw pads fighting for purchase on the wet, slick ground. It had been the retreat signal, but it also meant...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 - Reunion with the Wolves The roar of the gathered crowd was deafening as Kirtok scrambled to fill all his orders. He never imagined such a small town would support a thriving tavern, but between people traveling along the trade roads and...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 9: The Roygan Mansion
"So, tell me again why we're doing this after all we've been through the last few days?" Jinn asked in a harsh whisper as he and the other three members of the guild clung to the shadows between two buildings. Petrus looked worriedly at Albert....
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 6
After putting his belongings in his room, Kirtok headed back downstairs. He had ditched his guild vest in his room, feeling that it wasn't necessary to broadcast his affiliation to the Ebonwolves now that he was getting settled in Mullead. Mercenaries...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 8: Dougal
The Rusty Nail was a quiet bar tucked in a corner of the Burrows. Drunks and shady looking individuals were found meandering around the bar and an unmarked building beside it. Dougal figured it was a gamblers' den of some sort. He'd thought about...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 5
Winter melted away into a warmer than normal spring. The mild days were a welcome relief from the unseasonably warm weather. Kirtok always counted his blessings that he'd been born a minotaur. He had no thick pelt of fur to cook under, and his hide was...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 7: Returning Home
Dougal fell asleep almost immediately after Maika was finished tending to his wounds. He was surprised how drained he felt, but between all the running and everything else that had happened that day, he knew he shouldn't have been. It didn't take long...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 4
Kirtok's return to the Last Hill Inn was met with no great ceremony as he limped into the building and headed downstairs. Grasping the door handle at the bottom of the steps, the minotaur pushed his way into the basement. Conor was already going over...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 6: The Priest from Xenaria
_ **Wake up you moron!** _ Dougal breathed sharply, gasping for air as he came back to his senses. Pain flared from his back as he tried to breath. Everything was terrifyingly silent, save for the odd, solitary chirping of a nearby bird. His back...