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 HSAR | Jan 4, 2017 | Stories
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...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 6, 2017 | Stories
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...
by HSAR | Jan 6, 2017 | Stories
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...
by Jim Stitzel | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
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...
