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 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 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...
