Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch7Chapter 7: Tabula RasaMore Like This
"You are a coward." Breeg stood before the towering visage of Don Marcus Medici. For some reason he was once again a child. "You are a coward," the Don bellowed, "who does not appreciate the meaning of love."
A white light like a diamond shown through from the Don's forehead, and a sickening smell like burning lavender filled Breeg's mind and then .
...he woke up.
Breathing heavily and covered in sweat he looked around in a panic. He was in a room, lying in a large bed, Lucretia on his right, and Mercedes next to her. Toil was sitting in the corner, his eyes open watching Breeg.
"It was only a dream." Breeg spoke, to Toil maybe but mostly to himself. The great bear made a gruff grunt in acknowledgement. He sat in the bed for a moment, thinking, trying to rid his mind of the dream. They had come to the inn late in the day after dining. The four of them had sat around the room discussing their plan of operation. They had deduced that the s
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch6Chapter 6: Festival at GolgothaMore Like This
The four mercenaries walked up the long road to the gates of Golgotha. The wooden spikes shot up into the sepia vault of the sky nearly sixteen feet. They could see soldiers standing guard in the towers above. There was no protection in Isola's Teeth, no patrols from the capital. The city existed in isolation, not more than two hundred lived there. The rest were travelers headed north through the badlands. As they approached the gates swung slowly open; great gears moved under the influence of taut ropes and ox flesh.
Out from the open gates came two individuals, elves Yvalkyn by the looks of them. At least one of them was anyway. A man and a woman, the man looked to be getting on in years.
"Hail travelers," he said, "you might not want to stay here long."
"And why is that?" Breeg asked impetuously. Lucretia had had her hand on her blade hilt since the pair had stepped from the gates.
"Strange things going on in Golgotha of late." He intone
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch5Chapter 5: Gods and CowardsMore Like This
"I've been having odd dreams lately." Breeg sat on the opposite side of the campfire, his mismatched eyes staring into the heart of the dancing flames. Mercedes was laying her head on his shoulder, watching Lucretia polish her sword- the shiny black one with the strange gold writing. "There is a man, he might be a god, I'm not sure but he shows me images of things; and claims that I am a coward."
"If he is a man, he is lying," Lucretia said, looking up at Breeg through the fire, "if he is a god, he is testing you."
"I think that she is correct," Mercedes smiled and kissed Breeg on the cheek, "you are not a coward." Breeg smiled back, softly for him, a little smile for such a strong feeling. He looked up at Toil.
"What do you think?" in response the beastkin removed a hatchet from his belt and hurled it at Breeg; the blade passed within a hairs breath of Breeg's face and buried itself in the dirt behind him. Breeg didn't flinch. "Aaaah than
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch4Chapter 4: LoveMore Like This
"I think the young healer fancies you." Breeg said with a devilish smile playing on his face. He walked alongside Lucretia in a long caravan of travelers. Behind them stood their silent new companion. The massive bear beastkin whom they referred to as Toil; but who had as of yet not spoken a word to them. He followed instructions well enough though. In fact very accurately. They had joined the caravan traveling back to Port Crescenzo; it wasn't that they needed protection but it was more comfortable to travel with a group of people from time to time.
Within the group there was a young healer whom had had eyes on Lucretia, in a darting flitting sort of way, since the outset of their journey back west. Breeg found it endlessly amusing. Lucretia was simply annoyed. Not least because she herself had grown increasingly fond of Breeg himself; and because the young Isoli healer was well she was definitely Isoli.
The caravan bumped along the road in th
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch3Chapter 3: History and TraditionMore Like This
"We're going where to do what again?" Breeg sat by the fire, his feet pressed against each other knees spread wide, and juggled three perfect spheres of water without paying too much attention to any of them. Lucretia was sitting across from him, polishing her armor.
"The red wood forests, out to the west. There's a little village by the sea there, Aldea Mar, we're going to pick up a new guy." She said, looking up at him over the flickering flames, "Don't you ever pay attention?"
"Not particularly." He laughed, and split the three spheres into six without missing a beat.
"You ought to take our missions a little more seriously, Breeg." She chided, "You wouldn't want to disappoint the Don."
"You ought to shown Don Medici a modicum of respect." Lucretia tossed a small stone across the fire and burst one of the spheres, a small smile playing on her face. Drops of water fell like rain, but a gentle swaying of the Isoli's hand stopped
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch2Chapter 2: Lost in the WoodsMore Like This
"This is your fault you know." Lucretia stood, her back to the wall. It was made of a rustic colored stone with vines growing all over it. Breeg stood next to her, his hands up, and his feet spread in a fighting stance. The dense foliage of the southern jungle shook with the coming storm. Birds flew in panic, trees shook. Breeg looked over at his partner with an incredulous expression,
"Is not." He stated simply, "Besides, it's not like I didn't anything against the rules."
"New rule if the Abraxas is sleeping, do not poke it!" Breeg rolled his eyes.
"I don't see how I'm supposed to keep up with all of the rules when you just make them up on the spot, Lucy." He retorted, aether visibly crackling around his hands as he began weaving a complex pattern with the water vapor in the air around them.
"On the spot?!" Lucretia retorted, adjusting her shoulders to the weight of her blade as she drew it, "I only come up with new rules when you put
Vaengard: Lucretia's Story ch1Chapter 1: Introductions and Fairy TalesMore Like This
On the long road between the great Southern port of Crescenzo and Ravenna, the Capital of the Southern country of Isola on the great continent of Vaengard, two travelers sat in the rapidly fading sunlight by a small fire. One of them was a woman, aging but still young, with long waves of dark hair, the dancing firelight reflected in flickering patterns off her full armor. Her name was Lucretia Sforza, a bounty hunter and mercenary for the Crescenzo crime lord Don Marcus Medici. With her was a short but extremely thin Isoli elf with taut muscles and tanned skin exposed by the loose fitting sleeveless vest he wore above billowing cotton pants. He wore no shoes. His hair was bright blue; his left eye neon green with flecks of orange, and the right eye pure white. He sat with his legs crossed rocking back and forth, his multicolored eyes dancing around the scene. He was her partner; his name was Breeg a Helerae Wizard of the Second Ran
Dancing MindelanI'll never understand my sisters, Keladry of Mindelan told herself. I can't even be around them without having to fight off a complete lesson in "damsel-like" court dress. Kel shook her head. After eight long years and a shield to prove it she figured they would have remembered that she was a knight. Not a doll.More Like This
Despite Kel's solid build, broad shoulders and tall stature, she didn't feel at all self-conscious in a dress. Why should she? Not only had she worn them all through her page years during supper, but she was a grown woman. Unfortunately, that didn't mean she was used to it anymore. It had been a long time since she wore a proper dress and she just felt somewhat naked without her breeches.
It wasn't that she didn't like dresses or anything; dresses just weren't practical for an active knight. It would be hard to slay centaurs, hurroks and spidrens in a dress. The only thing that made her agree to wearing a dress to the royal ball was just how outnumbered she was. Three of