Distant Whispers

This entry is part 12 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOnwards and forwards, path guided by faith, Orthael strode on. He did not see where his feet feel, he did not know where the end of his journey lay, he did not drive the weapon that tugged him onwards on its...

A True Beginning

This entry is part 11 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeShe heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it....

Silence after the Storm

This entry is part 10 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the...

A Chosen Tool

This entry is part 9 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael stopped by a small crossroads, the signpost and its accompanying shrine to the Fire covered in a sick, black tar. It oozed away from the point of Judgement, peeling back wetly when he swung it close and...

Dancing with Death

This entry is part 8 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained still, never allowed the beasts to reach her. She was driven by...

An Embrace Eternal

This entry is part 7 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeWith a speed and grace divine, Orthael spun to receive the blow to his shield. His foe held close, as if embracing a lover, hissing wildly. The shadow was humanoid like its puppets, for it too had once been a...

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