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...

Brew

The energy surged through him. He could feel the tingle as it wound its way down his limbs, almost as though it worked a bizarre magic across his body. Even his mind felt sharper, a keen blade that had been honed to a vicious point upon a whetstone...

The Beast and the Huntsman

The air was serene. Soft yet still. Marion could feel each light droplet of water that pattered onto the hood of her cloak, dripping down from the overladen branches that hung high in the forest’s canopy. High above, the sun hid itself behind the sea of low hanging clouds, leaving the forest’s floor pocketed with bursts of shadow...

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