fantasy
Legend of the Floating Woman – Short Story
Dimly lit faces had gathered in the great hall of lords in the village of Dunbar. They were eating haunches of meat and engulfing flagons of mead when Colborn entered, ignored the rabble, and sat at a private table at the back the room. When they weren’t stuffing their faces, the men were going on about common trade and land disputes. A maid offered him a drink with hesitant, distrustful glances and quickly walked away.
He took the drink, half-expecting her to have tossed the mead in his face. The other night had been passionate but it was one of compulsion. She was a nice girl, thought Colborn, but a little on the heavy side. He scratched his groin and took a long gulp, making sure the other men hadn’t noticed. Being a suitor in a commonwealth of wealthy barons had lowered his status as of late. The desire for companionship had gone out of his heart and the others seemed to feed off of rumors and whispers, whispers that were on their lips even now Read More
A Quest of Pestilence – Short Story
“Acid rain, the covonic plague, the exodus of wildlife, the goblin hordes; there must be a common cause.” The apprentice held out his hand and cast an illumination spell for Rangvald, probing the darkness of the cavern for dangers.
“If that were true, my brother, the Magistrate wouldn’t send us on these missions. The Lord and Lady of Umbra appointed him for his efficient nature. The evilness that darkens the land is strictly misfortune. Read More
Dragon Queen – Digital Art
The Fairy and the Nymph – Short Story
“There is much cruelty in the world. It’s a shame we must endure so much for so little.” The fairy danced upon the petals of a flower as she mused candidly Read More
Kingdom of Blame – Short Story
High atop the bough of the tallest viridian tree sat a wise gremlin priestess. She listened to the birds and the wildlife below without the desire to interfere with nature’s splendor. It had been a cold and bitter winter even though the weather should have been warmer, considering that it was springtime. Far to the south was the castle of Bordum, surrounded by a large village. It was modest for a human capital. Around the farthest outskirts the grain silos could be seen stretching their shadowy fingers over the gateway bridges. Read More
Whispers In The Grass – Digital Art
Third World Problems – Short Story
These are strange times. Our world has been burdened with disruptions and civil unrest since Aequo Animo, the Third World of Gamma, suffered a plague that has wiped out half their population. The Grand Portal of Agimonos in our capitol city has been closed for three months and the results have been felt in every facet of Odium society Read More
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