“He named himself after the witch ward tree also known as mountain ash or rowan tree.” They were the words of a familiar voice. It sounded like the man who took him in as a child. Another deep wisened

His senses were dulled to a squint, open only enough to catch the sign to act. Not any moment would do. The sorceress believed him to be under her spell. Rhainyr knew how to defend his mind from even the

The grand oaken double doors of the sanctum were splayed in welcome. The bard had been just as welcoming. Rhainyr sensed some recognition and mirth in the man’s eyes when Eloise presented her case for

“Some time ago in a place very far from here, there was a man who could change into beasts. Never saw him switch forms but I eventually sensed that the man in the woods was also the animals we had seen.

“Straight as an arrow” Rhainyr recalled her words. He chose a pace and an arcing path to bypass her. After a light jog he spotted a lamp’s light swaying in the wind and the silhouettes of roofs beyond

Rhainyr lay awake watching the stars as wisps of fog made them blink in and out of sight. Sleep rarely came easy for him and when it did it was broken as simple as the breeze. His senses drank in the piping

Dusque and Dove, these magical nature spirits came to me in a cold evergreen forest. Dove, in nigh white, pale azure feathered coverings was blonde and lovely. I couldn't tell if she had wings or if it

His most recent public career began under the alias, Dusque. Everywhere this name appeared it was accompanied by the tagline, "Holotropic ink born from thaumaturgic infinite abyssal idioplasma."