Potion

Illain looked over the board with dismay. The map had been near filled with small figures, clogging every inch of spare land. Foot soldiers clamoured over one another in the forests to the south. To the north, an entire army surrounded the keep of Vismir...

Traitor’s Crossing

Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...

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