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...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 23 of 35 in the series The Rusted Blade“Who be you,” Malika whispered once more, her head leaning still against the stranger’s chest. “Orthael you may be. Paladin you may be. But you be not like the others who would have come...
by HSAR | Dec 26, 2019 | Stories
This entry is part 22 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThere was a silent explosion of glittering light that swept through the forest in a radiant blast. Orthael was thrown aside, tumbling away in a dreadful kinematic arc. Orthael swayed but held on, enfolding the...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 23, 2019 | Stories
It’s been raining for two days straight, and I’m afraid to go out. I’ve seen what those torrents do to people who venture outside. Cascades of water sweep down the street, and the rain itself is dangerous as hell. I have cabin fever. We all do. But...