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 Jim Stitzel | Nov 30, 2016 | Stories
Mogram Stonecutter sat on the roof of the mausoleum in the dead of night, his lute resting in his lap. His fingers danced lightly over the strings, not playing any tune in particular but rather hitting notes and chords at random. It was an idle habit he had developed...
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...
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...
by Jim Stitzel | Nov 13, 2016 | Stories
This entry is part 1 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe little girl entered the forest, armed with nothing but her courage, her grim determination, and the rusty sword strapped to her back. There were monsters in those woods – she could hear their howls,...
