There was a rumble from the back of the cave, and a dark mist rolled from it. “Oh, crap.” Lourek’s voice echoed into the cave. “What’s worse? The orcs, or an area that Darkfall is pushing through?” As he finished speaking a thick smell of death reached everyone’s noses. “Also, I can’t close the door now it’s open. The lever was rotten and now it’s disintegrated.”
Lukren, Sorley, and Ember stared in Lourek’s direction. Then the stench of Darkfall wafted over them again and they almost lost their lunches.
“The hell is that smell?” Helena looked around the room weakly. “Can’t a girl faint in peace?” Continue reading
Huddled together at the mouth of the cave Lourek and Lukren kept glancing over their shoulders. They were supposed to watch for the orc that was undoubtedly trying to find them in the whiteout, but they were preoccupied with how Helena was doing.
“Ember, fetch the herbs from my component pouch.” Sorley turned to talk to the dwarves. “Pack a handful of snow into a tight ball for me and bring it here, please.”
Lukren swiftly gathered some snow together and pressed it into a ball then gingerly tossed it to Sorley. “Catch.”
Sorley caught the snowball and pressed it into the wound left by the spear.
“Gah!” Helena screamed as she awoke from passing out. “That stings!” Continue reading
“Two prisoners escaped on Krakust’s watch. What does Krakust say about this?”
“Krakust say the human and elf still had magic. They were not dealt with correctly.”
“Where was Krakust’s amulet?”
“Leader Vartif took it away to fix. Leader Vartif had not returned it yet.”
Vartif, an older orc with greying skin produced an amulet from his pouch and tossed it to Krakust. “Leader Vartif had thought you would not need it back quickly. Leader Vartif charges Krakust with retrieving the escaped property. Krakust may take Evryn with to hunt the property.”
“Krakust will return with the property or not at all.”
“Good. Be gone, Krakust.”
These are descriptions of my Fantasy setting I’ve been calling Nevrelocke Universe. These are original stories inspired by playing role-playing games like D&D and HARP that take place in a setting that I’ve come up with. On the surface, these stories don’t seem to have any connection but they all take place in a single timeline in locations that are connected to each other. Continue reading
As Sorley and Helena moved off to locate where Ember was last seen there was a howl behind them.
Sorley turned to glance at Helena. “I think that’s the wolf that knocked me out earlier.” His whisper carried too well in the glazed snow, and he dared not utter another sentence.
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Ember ran from the wolf when it knocked Sorley out. She knew there was nothing she could do to help other than keep herself safe. She stuck out in the snow, and the only thing she could do was find a place to burrow and hide. Before she did, she took note of where Sorley was being taken and decided to hide on the other end of the camp. She saw green humanoid figures walking around followed by what appeared to be humans in chains and masks. Continue reading
Bolting throughout the house Sorley and Ember collected everything they had for hunting trips. Marcus’ hunting pack was larger so he insisted Sorley take it.
“But dad, you and mom need supplies too, even if you aren’t going with me!”
“The inquisitors will be here soon. Stop arguing and get moving!” Marcus shoved a few items into the pack then pushed a bundle into Sorley’s arms. “Ember, you’d better let Ayla strap your pack to you. We don’t have much time.”
Ember let Ayla tighten down the straps then scurried onto Sorley’s pack. “Don’t portals stay open for days? How are you going to defend it?”
“We have a plan, now go!” Continue reading
Marcus and Ayla were rustling through the house gathering all of their belongings and spell components into the cart. Ember and Sorley were setting up a long-term invisibility spell on the cart and themselves when they heard the sound of thunder. They looked up and saw dark stormclouds in the distance moving towards the house.
“Dad, a storm is coming!” Sorley pushed the cart in through the front door.
“Shast. Here, let me help you.” Marcus started pulling the cart too, then turned his head to yell into the house. “Ayla! We’re gonna need plan b!” Continue reading