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 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 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 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...
