by HSAR | Jan 2, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 29 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeJudgement shifted in his slackening grip, causing Orthael to clench his fist with a hundred battles’ worth of instinct and experience. The point dipped, causing golden droplets of fire to drip down to...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 2, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 28 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika strode with purpose back toward the ruin of her village, caring little whether or not the holy man Orthael followed. She would complete her task, with his help or without it. It mattered not to her which...
by HSAR | Jan 2, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 27 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeAs silently as the High Angel before it, Judgement whispered echoes of its past to Orthael. There had been many who had made similar vows in a time long before, when the Dead had arisen in such numbers that the...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 1, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 26 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika stalked away, caring little if the Orthael followed. She had no care for her own life anymore. Everything she had ever known and cared about had been stripped from her in a single night. She cared only...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 1, 2020 | Stories
This entry is part 25 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeA parishioner had requested aid against the Dead. The task of returning the dead to rest was beyond import – it lay somewhere in the realm of the sacrosanct. Orthael inclined his head in acquiescence,...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 30, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 24 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeAt last Malika leaned away from the stranger, shrugging off his embrace like a cloak. She wanted her pain, needed it in order to do what must be done. She reached down and plucked Morduth from the ground where...
