Anja and Hans trailed Mikel by a step or two as the mage led the way higher up the tower. They spoke quietly, though Anja thought Mikel’s apparent deafness a little suspicious. “Is it going well?” she said. “I think … Continue reading
“I haven’t seen you here before. Who are you?” Anja followed the pointed finger up the arm to the face of the speaker, seeing a girl about her own age. There was a great deal of contrast between them: Anja … Continue reading
The speaker for the Septumvirate was, momentarily, speechless. One of his colleagues tapped him on the shoulder, and the Septumvirate conversed in quiet, rapid-fire Elvish. Hans glanced at Mikel and whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “Is it … Continue reading
Anja awoke with a start, a roll of thunder seeming to her to fade from her ears. She took a deep breath, and a moment later she saw the sunlight streaming in through the window. She sat up, inspecting the … Continue reading
The sun rose over Vrimderheimdalskaagerholmegvorrighrimdalholm, burning away the fog which hung over the city as a reminder of the last night’s storm. A storm of another sort was brewing in the halls of the Guild of Aeromancers. The man who … Continue reading
It began on a summer night like many others. Thick dark clouds, pouring rain down upon the city, hid the moons from view. The occasional flash of lightning cast sharp-edged shadows onto the streets, and the rolling bassy crescendo of … Continue reading
