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Now she stood closer, he could more fully make out the hard bronze of her features, smooth but unyielding, and the gleam of those verdant eyes, so much of the viper in her. Beautiful, but spitting hate. He did not doubt her fangs. The viper. Where had that thought come from. “Of Molthal,” he...

The hammer stopped mid-swing. Paused there, as if frozen in time. Slowly, the giant turned, his figure scarce-lit by the ill-flickering of the forge, casting shadows every way. Glowing eyes like embers fixed upon the woman. Without recognition. Gerra’s brows knit together. “How… do you...

Upon an island volcano of Sheketh, farthest from the reaches of civilization, a lone figure smites a forge. His blows are full of fury, full of sorrow, and there is a hunch to once proud shoulders. Sparks fly from his hammer strikes. In the embers he sees visions of a different life. One he...

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?

Across the great seas of Arethil, sequestered on an isle of Sheketh, the slumbering magma of a volcano served as crucible for a lone blacksmith’s forge. Tall was he, beyond the height of men, and his thickset frame bore many scars and nicks of battles past. Tattoos webbed across his chest in...

Ash to Ash

"Here?" rumbled the half-giant, taking a hammer and smacking it against the peace of heated metal. "I have always been here." A flash of fire, of blighted wastelands. A vision of mountains taller than any in the world. A glimpse of a sea of sand and glittering oceans. Gerra grit his teeth...

“You keep calling me this,” Gerra rumbled with a frown as he walked, covering swathes of ground with every stride, pack slung over one shoulder. “I am just a blacksmith. My followers are sheep,” he pointed at the herd grazing not far from them, a few curious members watching. “But yes...

The half-giant blinked down at the horned stranger, nonplussed. “Um…” He wiped a hand on his wool tunic, home spun from the Sheketh sheep that grazed nearby, and extended a hand. “Don’t know of a god-king, but-“ A splitting headache wracked Gerra’s skull and he grimaced as a vision of a...

CLANG Sparks flew. CLANG The blistering heat of a forge. CLANG The glow of white-orange. CLANG Gerra stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow, holding up a glowing blade before him. The half-giant looked upon his work, nodding slowly. That would do. He took tongs and lowered the...

Welcome!

“Two idealists, no?” Malek’s smile shifted, one side pulled up, the other lowered. He patted the back of the throne. “One who seeks to serve a worthy god. The other…” He slipped his hand from the throne and toyed with a gold and ruby ring upon his finger, “who seeks to serve a god of worth.”...

"Ahhh, yes. Many have come with your question. Where is the emperor? Hhem." Another gesture of his hands, not dismissive, not quite, but the gesture of one who held no answers. "After returning from the Cortos campaign he decreed an order to build a fleet, for our shores are plagued with...

I do not remember the taste of wine. The touch of flesh. What am I become, undone by a deed I thought just. Is this how you reside in your molten halls, father? Full of fear and aimless hate? Undone by a curse. The atrium stood empty but for the Immortal-Deathless, who lined the hall three...

Across the water from Annuakat sat the city of Tyria, renowned for her mercantile ships and rich dyes of purple. Standing atop the palace ziggurat in Annuakat, Gerra gazed out at the nearby rival. His spies brought grave news. The courtiers of Tyria deposed Queen Xaviera in a coup, replacing...