Maldrasen the Slaver, Chapter 1
Chapter 1, Verse 1 The hooves of the nightmare beat slowly against the hard packed dirt of the dried basin. It's reins are held loosely, guided more so by thought then by restraint. My eyes are closed as I concentrate on the almost non present...
Maldrasen the Slaver, Chapter 2
Chapter 2, Verse 1 I walked back to the camp slowly, mulling over what Destemper had told me. If he's right about Samtoil's interest, then Wren's perhaps just a bit more valuable then I had originally estimated. The fucker is nearly impossible for...