by Jim Stitzel | Mar 24, 2017 | Stories
“There is blood in the rain,” stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below. “What do you mean, sire?” Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him....
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 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 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 Jim Stitzel | Jan 7, 2017 | Stories
This entry is part 10 of 35 in the series The Rusted BladeThe forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the...
