Swordmaiden

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,...

Paladin

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...

Rust, Blood, and Flame

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...

Light, Faith, and Sacrament

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...

Feeding the Flame

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...