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,...
by Jim Stitzel | Aug 18, 2016 | Stories
A spark of green faelight flitted through the nursery window as the last rays of day faded from the sky. At its a center a faerie, no bigger than a single mote of dust. It flew around the room once, twice, three times, before finally settling on the edge of the...
