Simisola looked over the wreckage of the guardpost. One of the soldiers must have set off the avalanche explosive before they were completely overrun, sealing the pass and killing the enemies who had not yet entered the post. Unfortunately the avalanche had also hit the guard house causing it to collapse in on itself. Some of the soldiers had survived and began to dig out the guardpost. One of them had brought word to the major outpost where Simisola had been visiting. She had insisted on going herself to help with the soldiers’ recovery. Continue reading
The two replacement fighters exited the hanger on the Impaler. As they did so Seveth and Greel saw Teslief’s personal fighter heading for the fighter bay. They could tell she was flying line of sight by the jerky reorientation to the hanger. Just behind Teslief was Evran’s fighter with multiple scorch marks and running one engine.
Seveth fired up her comms. “Are we clear to go reengage, Darth Teslief?”
“You’re clear, but leave some for us.” Continue reading
Prince Rajendra knelt on the edge of his father’s bed. Tears spilled from his eyes as he watched the life drain from his father’s face. “Father, don’t leave me. I don’t know what to do without you.”
“End the wars, Rajendra. That’s what you do.” The king smiled slightly. “If anyone can do it you-” the king stopped speaking. The half-smile frozen on his face.
The healer looked at Rajendra. “The king is dead, long live the king.” Continue reading
Carefully climbing the slope of a downed spire Aram took point and Throbor took the rear. If anything appeared in front the warrior would catch it, and if anyone were to slip the jotuun would catch them.
Aram made it to the surface and looked around. All seemed clear and he gave a caution sign. Then he also gave the clear sign. Cautiously he pulled himself onto a stable part of the cobbled road and helped Erin up. He nodded to her and turned to survey the area more thoroughly as she helped Tribst up. Continue reading
The weak magic that was at work in Nevre wasn’t enough for Mrto. He studied as a mage for a few years until he realized that even the great mages had no more power than he did. One day he discovered a tome in the section of the mage’s library that was off-limits. He had been searching for a way to gain power, and he found it.
Carefully placing the aged tome in his satchel he used his hidden passageway to exit the section. Not looking around, that would cause suspicion, he left the recessed section of the corridor where the passageway was hidden. Then he made his way into the nearby forest. It was sunny in Rentaz, the capital of Zentar, that day and he hurried under the safety of the trees. His pale skin hated sunlight. Continue reading
Following the arrow on his holo-comm, Lousro fluttered slowly through the swamp. “Ooh, that’s an interesting looking vine. I wonder if it’s edible?” Lousro pulled it out of the tree.
Ao blankly stared at the vine. “Planning a stew master?”
“Yes, a little cooking experimentation. I don’t like the rations supplies we were given on the ship.” Lousro picked up a couple of grubs from the wet ground. “These remind me of home…they probably taste just as bad, but it won’t hurt to check.” He tossed them in one of his pockets. “See anything interesting?” Continue reading
[RPG Corner is a monthly post where I talk about something related to Role-Playing Games.]
Quarterlings (aka Half-Dwarves) are a race that was created by my friend Michael for a D&D game that is going up on my YouTube channel Sword or Sorcery. He created this race in case someone wanted to play the race he and his mother created for a world they are working on together. With his permission I present you with the Quarterling stat block. Continue reading