I will primarily write my stories in my native language which is danish. So many of you will probably not be able to read it... and for that I am truly sorry.
I will primarily write my stories in my native language which is danish. So many of you will probably not be able to read it... and for that I am truly sorry.
Chapter II: Minythrin at the Whispering Isles
“Have you ever wondered what would happen to you if I wasn’t around saving you all the time?” Torgrin leaned forward, his penetrating gaze pointed directly at him. “I can’t rescue you all the time, Min- “
“And I’m not asking you!” Minythrin rose from the stool. He could feel the anger building up inside him. Maybe he was old, but he still had his dign...
CHAPTER I: J’haraa at the Court
The Empress’ fever had returned overnight. Sweat ran from the broad forehead leaving the pale face oily and glistening in the dim light of the bedchamber. The fever had come as sudden as clouds on a sunny day. Throughout the land rumors had emerged in the streets. Rumors about the Empress’ imminent passing. It was just a question of time before those rumors had spr...
Was it fate. It could be if it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t believe in it. But she was here. In flesh and blood and putrid smell. It was hundred years ago since The Sacrifice had taken place and I had almost forgotten how to act surprised. The Conclave of Glorious Wizardy, where I served as secretary wizard, had agreed to sacrifice the most despicable witch. Recent events in the war between t...
My mind is reeling from the smell of burned meat. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to eat anything besides the vegetables, so my hopes are high. I sigh at the possibility of substantial food. Since the Doom I have learned to take everything with a grain of salt, because in every positive thing, there’s always something negative.
“You seem more gloomy than usual,” Maturana eyes me with a hi...
"And when the Gods of Light descend, that's when we make our move!" Beating on his ceremonial drum, Kaltec'h eyes me suspiciously, as if he knows what i'm thinking.
"Can't we just do it now?" Dorlec'h growls with his trademark growl. Everytime that monster of a man talks I get the feeling that the inside of my lanky frame is churning.
"Forgetting that the Gods are weary and aware of our intentions...