Sparring In Myra's Fight Pit

Despite Sir Oslac of Dalwyk's increasingly open guard, more than one opportunity for a proper riposte was left behind. The air-slicing sound of his rigid spear descending onto the place she was but a fraction of a moment ago ended up with the echo in the small arena of a heavy thud, as it connected to the ground. But instead of a poke to the torso, another more defensible upward slash from her own bamboo-like bendy spear sought to strike him.

Her breath was somewhat ragged and her own movements wer...

Burdens Of A Grand Design

I strode purposefully through the towering halls of the Imperial Palace, my gaze fixed upon the opulence that surrounded me. The walls boasted intricate carvings, depicting legendary battles and the great rulers of bygone eras. The floors were made of polished marble, reflecting the splendor of the palace in dazzling patterns. And the ceilings soared so high, they appeared to brush against the very heavens themselves.

Yet, my mind was elsewhere. I awaited a missive from Empress Sharona, and t...

After The Second Siege Of Arescod

It couldn't have been more than three days, but it felt like an eternity. The moment the walls were assaulted and arrow met flesh it was like that. He had held a speach, but he knew the end result. The besieging forces were simply too great for them to hold all the walls of the town. For every place they held the attackers off the walls, a dozen more had found their way up atop the parapets, slaying all those who opposed them. The walls fell soon after that, and he ordered the retreat to the cas...