Recent content by Jason Chronicles

Up down, up down, the thief pumped Jason’s hand. The bard responded with a lopsided grin and, when he finally got his hand back, tousled the shorter fellow’s hair. “Love to meet a fan, Vilem. Lute signings are at ten bells though. I was actually trying to talk to the beautiful lady there, but...

Somehow, the notes he sang and the chords he plucked still came out silvered and melodic. As if he just *knew* how it should sound. Behind the blonde woman, a horned stranger shifted. Green eyes, witness to so many happenings on the Allirian streets growing up, caught the adroit movements and...

A flash of golden hair caught his eye in the crowd below. Jason sat up and leaned over the railing of the terrace. "Who is that?" "Jason, I am just a sorcerer's echo," said the orb, chiding, "How would I know?" "I have to know her name." The orb gave a long suffering sigh, which was weird...

"Ugh I cannot believe they've asked for a sonnet about this tournament. In a day no less. What do they think, I'm just some magically infused automaton?" Jason sat on the second story of a brothel's terrace overlooking the tournament grounds, talking to a floating orb. "Are you?" asked the...

Yore Troubadour

A strange sensation trembled up Fain’s spine as he craned his neck to look up at a massive domed structure in the midst of the city ruins. Hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end. A chill seeped through him. “We should not walk where demons tread,” he whispered to himself. The...

Fain and the other two soldiers spread out in a search pattern, despite a shared concern over how vulnerable it made them. Isolated, they could be picked off and engaged alone. Together, they stood a chance, even against a Dreadlord like Henk. Though, likely one or more of them would die in...

“As you will, Lady Urahil.” Fain inclined his head in deference and didn’t bother to correct the noble. He watched, concern evident on his features as he wondered if she would try to use her battlemage magics to heal the entire city of ruins. It is too much, thought. Fain’s horse began...

Dutifully, Fain and the other two guardsmen remained atop their mounts. Despite his earlier calmness, Fain's hand moved to rest atop his sword and his eyes narrowed. Something seemed off about this Dreadlord Henk... but were they not all? Darkness fluttered across Fain's heart, a raven's...

A sudden commotion came from within the old chapel, followed by the stomp of running feet. Fain’s brows rose and he walked inside the chapel to see a gaggle of what appeared to be initiates, with some of them sprinting off away from him. The guard grimaced and rubbed the back of his head...

More crunching of obsidian shards sounded in the silent city as three Eastern Army Guardsmen rode atop their chargers, surrounding a lone Dreadlord in their midst. The Guardsmen were girded in plate and armed with swords and shields. At their lead rode Fain. He held up a hand as they spotted a...

Guardsman did not patrol the grounds alone. At least, protocol said they should not. Fain did anyway. Clad in the usual armor of an Anirian Guardsman from the Eastern Army. Referred to by others affectionately, or with derision by Northern veterans, as the Homeguard. Mind apparently lost in...

Xal finished. Another spoke, emerging from the treeline. Dûvain's pale gray gaze narrowed on the newcomer and his lips parted as if to speak. But he needn't have. Feyrith spoke first. "It is my choice, my gift to our people, who are you to deprive me of it?" said the sacrifice-in-waiting...

An elf all in white stepped forward from the circle and into the midst. Dûvain did not speak. Words could not convey meaning for this moment. He could not speak. Could not trust his emotions to betray him in the moment. Even now he felt it, the constricting of the throat. His eyes passed from...