by Jim Stitzel | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 11 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeShe heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it....
by HSAR | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 12 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeOnwards and forwards, path guided by faith, Orthael strode on. He did not see where his feet feel, he did not know where the end of his journey lay, he did not drive the weapon that tugged him onwards on its...
by HSAR | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 13 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeAt long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was...
by Jim Stitzel | Mar 28, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 14 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer. “Be you friend or foe?” she asked. “Morduth insists you be...
by Jim Stitzel | Apr 4, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 15 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeMalika brought Morduth up so it pointed at the newcomer. Blue flame flared up bright and tall along the blade’s length, spilling over the hilt and onto her hand and wrist. She didn’t notice. All her...
