No Road Back Home, part 2Jordan Fenix.
The name hit a nerve.
How could Norn Hannah Kappel not recognize one of her children, one of the girls she helped bring into the world? Now she could see it clearly. Jordan's features: her emerald eyes and pale skin. They were those of her mother, just finer due to her elven blood. Whereas her mother had been possessed of long, red hair, Jordan had shorter black hair. Nevertheless, she was her mother's daughter; she had the same soft smile. Her ears were pointed and her eyes deep and full of purpose just like her father. She was the same height as her mother, just a bit taller than Hannah herself, but she was athletic and fit for combat.
The Norn lowered her face and took the girl's hands on her own. "Child, forgive them! I am sorry my dear child, I didn't know."
Jordan looked a bit embarrassed. "It's fine Norn. I understand the people in the region have suffered. I can't really blame them."
"And yet you do, don't you?" Hannah's voice was but a whisper, her eyes still dow
Full Steam, chapter 1Full Steam, chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marguerite Butler burst into the Hotel's Saloon. She ignored the angry comments of a man she accidentally pushed to the side and looked around desperately for a hiding place. There was none, at least none that she could reach before they caught up with her. Marguerite turned around, watching the swinging doors she had just crossed, half in fear half in defiance, and took from underneath her dress's bodice a heavy wad of bills.
-"I need to reach Boston in less than a week! There will be five thousand dollars for those who help me get there within that time... two thousand now, the rest when we reach Boston!" she said in a high-pitched and desperate voice.
A group of men began to stand, greed in their eyes, but as one they sat back down, their faces pale with fear as the doors opened and let in a handsome man. He was dressed in a white and expensive leather suit with silver ornaments; his light blond hair was covered by an immaculate white hat. He was soon followed by a group of unsavory
No Road Back Home, part 1The girl's silvery armor looked out of place on the unkempt road. Though she saw, through the light mist, that the badlands and dark forest were behind her, she did not feel at ease as she approached the pastoral fields and homely farms that bordered her destination. There was no traffic on the road. She knew well that the town ahead didn't expect many visitors these days, especially not from the southwest.No Road Back Home, part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The town of Canterwall and its attached lands were some of the most bountiful in the country. The land's fertility was both a blessing and a curse. Its bounty brought riches and a good life in exchange for hard, honest work. The curse was the land's location, being the westernmost province of Ustalav. To the west, the badlands of the Belkzen spewed forth bandits and orcs who pillaged and looted. It was for this reason that every citizen was also a local militiamen and held weapons at home. To the south lay the cursed lands of Vyrlich, where the evil taint of the Whispering Tyrant co
Winter's SongWinter's Song6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Five years have passed since you died. How could I forget it when it happened on Christmas Eve. We were at a party at your folk's old cabin, a dark and lonely place in the middle of the mountains.
Every year I think I am ready to move on, but every Christmas Eve I hear that song in the air and it's as if I could hear your voice still calling to me. Of course it can't be you you are dead. We never found your body, yet even when you went missing, I was sure I could hear your voice calling out to me.
That was the first time I heard the song too, and it should have been the last. I heard you singing while playing your violin. It was a sad song. It was about white mountains and cold plains, desperation and solitude, a warm flame keeping you alive as it's extinguished by melting snow. It spoke of voices in the blizzard and spirits in the mountains. I never liked how you played the violin, your songs always made me sad. But this time I felt longing in my heart, the same feeli