As the sun edged above the horizon, Korvyne yawned. They walked all night without a break. Didn’t the Shadowed Hands ever get tired? He blinked against the morning light, and then froze in his tracks.

Everything about his manner suggested a desperate bluff, but Brynn lowered her blade anyway. It seemed impossible that this pathetic criminal could have details about Orzag, but she couldn’t pass up the

At last, Marrdo had mastered the power of necromancy. He knew he should feel something. Satisfaction? Pride? Instead, all he felt was the same hollow emptiness that haunted him ever since that day. He

Eleya shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She sat alone outside and stared up at the high mountain peaks around her. They made her feel tiny and alone, cut off from anyone who cared about her.

Many people, even among the mountain-dwelling Sklair, would feel fear when they climbed the high slopes of Daranae. Not Dhor. He took each step as calmly as if he walked across a flat plain. Dhlor had

Aryenne was bored. It wasn’t a common feeling for her. The city of Farlynde might not have had much to entertain children, but she rarely needed more than a book. She spent most days in the Grand Library,

Korvyne could barely contain his excitement. He bounced through the grass as they left Gnomefel behind. At last, he’d have a life full of adventure, much more interesting than his stupid studies back home.

Brynn fought her way through the guards. Her bounty was for a self-proclaimed “thief lord,” though as far as she was concerned, such pathetic scum as him didn’t deserve such a grand title. Nor could he

Hey everyone! The Elven Bard here. I am new to SteemIt, and I am bringing my tales from a far off place with me. I have started working on this story line, but will be continuing to develop it over the