Adventures in Aervera
Eleven Fingered Gendro’s life had never been an easy one. Born to poverty in New Albion, he was orphaned before his eighth summer when a plague ravaged the slums. Without friends or family, he lived on the streets, stealing food when he could, eating from the refuse piles when he couldn’t. He’d suffered abuses at the hands …
Ahedak’s sandaled feet crunched through the snow. His warriors grumbled over the cold as they marched behind him. Let them whine and bellyache about their burdens. It was their own weakness that left them burdened with heavy armor, the cold metal biting their frail skins. He needed no such protections. He was faster than wind, lighter than flame, and hard …
The snow fell all night, leaving a clear trail of footprints behind them as they hurried on. Because their pursuers would be able to follow them easily their best hope was speed. The spell that weakened him had worn off a while ago, so Zeff now carried both his and Dessa’s packs as her endurance …
The journey to Boulderham was a relatively quiet one. Two cold nights, whiskey, and Durn. Durn was a great traveling companion. He was friendly and knowledgeable, telling stories of his travels and of the interesting things he’d seen and learned. He found good campsites with natural shelter from the elements, and the flaming dung actually did have a faintly …
Gemma placed the poop on top of her spellbook Durn placed the poop on top of their food. Apparently, commoners could earn a few coins by searching pastures for dried up dung if they paid a farmer for the privilege. She’d had no idea that could be a job. But here she was out in the fields looking …
Zeff and Dessa continued to walk in the direction indicated by the bird. Zeff thought this was mighty peculiar, but having no better options he kept going. As he walked he began to reflect on this unexpected partnership. He’d had very few companions in his life and even fewer friends. And he’d never traveled with a priest before. He followed …
The villa looked serene from here, comfortably nestled at the base of the mountains. A pair of minarets rose elegantly toward the sky adorned with stained glass and silver filigree. Gleaming brass walls surrounded the buildings within. The gates were open. It was a quiet country, far from the intrigues of the City and even further from the …
“I’m sorry, m’lady. The law is clear. Unless you provide proof that you’ve been declared head of household you will have to abide by the will of your grandfather and return to New Albion. I can give you a few days to prepare for the journey.” Chief Constable Riverman bowed stiffly and took his leave, the Abadaran acolyte in …
Run, dammit, run. You’re a freak to them, and a threat. It was only a matter of time before they were going to come for you. The guards were trying to be cagey, but their sidelong glances gave them away. The boy with the sneer had a white knuckled grip on his spear, betraying a nervous eagerness for violence. …
A sharp, cold wind blew. While humans might have shunned the discomfort Zeff welcomed it. He unbuttoned his coat and let the gusts’ chilled fingers find their way beneath his mail to caress his recent wound. It cooled his temper as well, and after a couple hours of walking in the cold he was thinking …