by HSAR | Jan 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 6 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael was not entirely surprised when the first creature stepped out from behind a tree, not far ahead. It had once been a man, but grossly elongated arms led to a soft rustling from knuckles dragged along the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 5 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika stepped back, spinning to her left as another creature lunged out of the darkness. The sword in her hand sang with need, and she swung it up in a swift, arcing motion, ramming it into the creature’s...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 30, 2016 | Stories
Mogram Stonecutter sat on the roof of the mausoleum in the dead of night, his lute resting in his lap. His fingers danced lightly over the strings, not playing any tune in particular but rather hitting notes and chords at random. It was an idle habit he had developed...
by HSAR | Nov 25, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 4 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOrthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 23, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 3 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade’s length. Near the base, just above the hilt, the only space not utterly...
by HSAR | Nov 14, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 2 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe man strode rather than walked into the forest. He had the mass of his Church behind him, and so he had nothing to fear. The creatures of the night howled and cried to each other, but he was unmoved. His...
