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...

Seafarer

The salty spray of seawater tickled Bahka’s lips, waves slamming into the bow of the ship below her and bursting into the air with a thunderous boom, coming back down as rain on the hard wooden deck...

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