“These markets disgust me, an unfortunate byproduct of the empires society.” Mckenna thought to himself.
Now in his 30’s a former lion, fangs now dulled from the easy life of lordship in a small township. This far southeast the only sources of income a town is able to bring in is fishing, lumber and working with the slave traders of Vargra, despite being at war with them trade is still booming.
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“How unfortunate, I thought my son would be my greatest asset. Instead Michael has turn into my greatest conspirator, plotting and scheming like the rest of those scum. Enough, he is nothing more then another irritation.” Lord Cain shuffled in his seat from the thought. He has taken to presiding over citizens complaints in a bid to gain more popularity to sway the electing council of lords to name...
The old soldier rose from his cot planting his feet on the grass below, the sound of the morning regimental brass band blaring their horns. All the smells around him came at once like a blast of nostalgia, bring back memories from the aroma of shoe polish the officers subordinates used to diligently shine the boots and saddles of those proud noble men.
“Too proud nowadays if you ask me, war has ...
With a sudden jerk to life I awoke, in what seemed to be one of those ye oldie Middle Ages style town with a massive castle to top it off.
The first thing that struck me was the smell of the town streets and now my clothes, it reeked of piss, shit, and booze. Thatched or tile roofs ran along in rows alternating occasionally atop clay shop front with sellers peddling their goods. It continued like...
A samurai rides horse back into a small village pursued by an assassin sent by a rival. Along the way into town he notices a flower deep purple and specked with white.
“my what a beautiful flower .“
he remarks but thinks nothing more of it as he races to his destination.
The village in question is said to be the home of a famous herbalist and medicine man. As he approaches the village he remark...
