Adventures in Aervera
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 …
“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 …
A good year. The harvest was long since finished and the root cellar was quite full. He had a good store of fuel, the animals were provided for, and he still had some money left over after his trades with that greedy caravan master Worsh. He suspected the priest Stefano might have had something to …