Alvina dug her fingers into her hair as she stared at the parchment in front of her – her analysis of Falton’s final battle. She’d hoped that a cold, pragmatic analysis would put things into perspective, make sense of the defeat, but all she felt was an aching in her soul, and the fire of determination to see the Roamans chased out of Falton once and for all. How dare they! How DARE they even …
Dear Sheriff Williams of New Falton, I write to you from the capital of Westar, Hamera (formerly named Hespera), city of the day. I am trying to convince the council to come to the aid of Falton. But I am hard pressed to do so. The crops are failing, there is a sickness plaguing the lands, and worst of all there is no coffee to speak of. I am sure you know what happened at the battle, but …
There’s a reason you’re never supposed to bother a dog while it’s eating, or go near a mother bear’s cubs. All creatures in creation are alike in one way: if you threaten what’s theirs, they bite back. Years ago, I came to Falton expecting a melting pot of cultures and peoples. And by Bawbee’s beard, I wasn’t disappointed. Falton is hailed far and wide as one of the few places in the …
Twas a wonderful day to be in Italy. Jonathan Isadel stood there on the seashore. He breathed in the salty sea air, savoring the morning breeze. The cool sand felt good beneath his toes, the mists hung above the water making it look like liquid silver, or silver glass as his father liked to call it on a day like this. Although it was warm the sun could barely be seen, high above in the …
I overheard a conversation. It went something like this (converted to first person for your reading pleasure, and a few other details have been changed to protect the guilty): “I need something done to somebody”, I said. “I’m somebody.” “Are you the somebody who can do something to somebody else?” “Yes. That is something I can do.” “Somebody insulted me”, I said. “It wasn’t me.” “I know that.” “But I am somebody, and I’m telling …
Come and sit down, and I will tell an old story of a thief. There once was a werewolf who stole livestock from the townspeople. He was never caught till one day when he was reported. There was a bounty put on his head, and when he saw this he ran for his life. He went and hid in the woods up a creek. Soon after all the werewolves were wanted and they fled. They …
Carried in by the gust of wind and pelting rain, Windswept the Bold visited the village of Falton as she had heard of a pending threat from the Werewolves and was vigilant of upholding the honor and goodness of the village folk in any way she could. She had been friends with Stryder and Queen Anne and had heard of the recent ascent of the Stryder’s father who himself had been a defender of good, …
Something roiled in the pit of Alvina’s stomach as Rayth wrestled a snarling Blackwall into the stocks. It wasn’t right, not after all the werewolves had done for Falton. The townspeople would have starved over the winter if it hadn’t been for the werewolves’ ability to find game when no other hunter could. Did no one remember? The whole town was turning paranoid! “Why punish all for the work of a few?” Brittany murmured to …
My name is Lukos after the Greek word for wolf. I was named that because I was raised by wolves until the age of 5. After that, some monks found me and took me in and since then I have dedicated my life to fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. This has been my story thus far, until now. Now I am living in the kingdom of Fallton helping those who need it. …
Savine’s cloak swished as she walked, watching the people of Fallton mingle and shift their way through the town on business of their own. She sipped at her beer, tapping the mug as yet another faired haired lass chirruped by, her long sword tucked away in its cunning silver sheath. Since the new rulers had come and placed themselves in command of the once bedraggled town, things had quieted slightly. There was a stronger sense …