World-of-Svae

~Old Wounds "Get them within the circle."   A dark shadow descended upon the village as impenetrable black clouds rolled overhead, chittering screams echoing down across miles of open farmland while wagons full of the season's harvest trundled over the narrow bridge that led into town.  A fiery-feathered woman stood at the far end, symbols arrayed before her feet, protective runes emblazoned with her power.  The masterful weaver who had scratched them into the ground, a full month of his labor inscribing his magic into a circle around the village, was out there now, at the farthest farmhouse trying to help tw

~The Misadventures of Lotz, pt. 2 As it turned out, the money Dart owed Lotz changed hands yet one more time.  The dice didn't like the little quaare that night, and Kallo didn't either when Lotz came back the next morning with no money to pay for the broken broom.  Lotz in turn didn't like the idea of giving up his axe until he could replace the broom, and so Kallo didn't like the idea of continuing to pay his unreliable employee.  The quaare—still not cutting a terribly intimidating figure despite the fearsome curve of his axe--was then thrown out on his ears and told by the incensed human never to come

~The Misadventures of Lotz, pt. 1 The sun was setting and as always the bustling streets began to quiet as everyone prepared to turn in for the night.  But, as was often the case, there were stragglers staying out later than was wise, off completing business better finished during the daylight hours.  One such straggler, a small slate-blue quaare named Lotz, was running through the food district in hopes of reaching his favorite dinner spot before it closed for the night.  He reached the door just as the waitress was reaching up to douse the front street lamp. "Howya doing Tima?" he wheezed, grabbing his knees  and breathing hard as he re

~White Moon I had not expected them to strike.  The village elder, a masked figure who had seen many, many winters, told us that his people were at war with their neighbors, the horned menace to the region called gareca.  He had mentioned a traveling warband, a mercenary troop led by an exiled noble.  I did not pay the warning much heed.  After all, I am Taryn, a Blade of the Emperor, of the gifted blood and sure hand.  I am a defender of the people and an extension of my liege's will.  There is no way that I--nor any member of my loyal escort--could be threatened by such news.