Doran was ostracized from his home village shortly after he learned to talk. He was taken in by a stranger that became his father. One day his father left and never returned. Doran had a big argument with himself and one of him ended up burning down the hut where he lived. Doran had two personalities, and they often argued with each other aloud. Continue reading
[Note: Chapters 1-3 are in the archives under “Fractured Mountains”.]
Draveth was about to take his first step out of Galta in years, and knew he wouldn’t be returning soon. It was a strange feeling to leave the village, but it wasn’t overwhelming. He was stepping from somewhere that he knew everyone and everyone knew him and into a world full of strangers. His mind started wandering to memories of the kindness of people in the village. Continue reading
Irfan had always loved learning new things. The first time he visited the city library in Veltar, the capital of Ertval, he was in love. He couldn’t afford the fees to enter the scholar’s section of the library but was able to read many works in the very small public section. One day a scholar approached him while he was reading.
“Excuse me, are you Irfan?” The man asked, hovering over Irfan’s shoulder to see what he was reading. “Ah, one of Alan Zwest’s works. A study of plant cross-pollination. Are you interested in plants?”
Finishing his paragraph and putting a piece of wood on the scroll to mark his place Irfan looked up at the scholar. “No, I’ve just already read every history scroll in this section of the library. Thought I’d expand a little.” Continue reading
The four Sith peeled off from the fighter screen and turned to engage a group of six enemy fighters.
I’m going in. Evran did a quick corkscrew and shot blaster fire at the nearest fighter. He expected to get laser fire in return. Instead, he saw small meteor-like projectiles covered in something similar to fire, which was impossible. When it struck his shields it broke through. It skittered across his hull and then smashed into his port engine before bouncing off into space. Kriff! Continue reading
Emyr was chief advisor to king Rajendra Icepeak of Ertval. He was making plans to secretly strengthen the army of Ertval. He did this in secret because the king was set in he attempts at peace between Zendikar and Aliaz. One of these days his peace talks would go bad and Ertval would be invaded. This was inevitable and he had tried to tell the king so before, but he wouldn’t listen. Continue reading
As the four travelers from other realms traversed the sewers, searching for a way to the surface they were forced to double-back several times because of collapsed tunnels. Eventually, they found themselves back at the door that lead to the chamber they appeared in.
Erin, the human from earth, motioned to the other end of the tunnel. They had exhausted all the options on one side of the door, but they still had the other half of the sewer system to explore. “The exit has to be here somewhere,” she muttered to herself. Continue reading
“M’lord, we’re a poor kingdom, but a hardy one. We can’t just pay our way out of every war. We’ll run out of money!” Emyr, the advisor to the king of Ertval was pacing back and forth. “I know Zentar has a large force, but our border is well protected! They would be unable to pass!”
Amir, the prince, who was named after Emyr with a different spelling, voiced his agreement. “My generals are prepared to defend the border. Entering the country is not advised, but they would break themselves on our defense.” Continue reading