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...
by Jim Stitzel | Dec 26, 2019 | General
I’m tired tonight. Depressed, even. Just as I was yesterday. I feel run low, laid out on the tarmac of life to be run over by monsters of my own devising and picked apart by mythical birds of prey. My flesh feels torn, my heart rent in two, my mind dampened and...
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...
