Recent content by Pomrick Bloomsfield

By Noah Bradley. By Svetlin Velinov.

Pomrick clamped his hands over his ears and gritted his teeth painfully. He sought to escape the carnage of mutated rats and a monstrous cat duking it out with him in the middle. So he did what he did best. He ran. And with rather surprising speed! Staggering between scores of charging rats...

Fear. Crippling, paralysing fear. It was an accustomed feeling to Pomrick by now - right near familiar at this point. But this time, it was of such a calibre it near locked all his joints together. He had just been freed from the ropes, only to be doubly shackled by mortal dread. What broke...

"Mm. Maybe . . ." He didn't sound all too hopeful. Nilamani's gentle teasing and encouragement might perhaps be some elaborate scheme to make a fool of him. Maybe she had taken a bet from other students. But it didn't feel like it. Actually, it was rather good to open up to someone. He felt...

Pomrick's face twisted with confusion. Then he tried to laugh it off, in the spirit of Henk's good humour. The rest of the group didn't seem to laugh with him, though, so it died prematurely in his throat, turning into a sort of grunting or humming sound. In any case, his gaze floated like a...

Pomrick's eyes darted from rat to fairy and back to rat, feverishly trying to parse what was going on, tied into a bundle of ropes, arms behind his back, cotton in his mouth, beard of feathers spilling over him. When she finally addressed him, his mouth quivered out so some sort of answer...

One might think a student resistant to magic would launch into a powerful spell now. Here was the chance to put what he had learned into use - weave a clever spell. disperse the mutated ratlings and save the day! Unfortunately, before these horrid creatures, every meagre spell and incantation...

He felt a few encouraging pats on his back. A long sniff preceded him. His blue nose popped out from the heap of his arms and back. He wasn't crying. Wasn't. "I suppose . . . *sniff* . . . I suppose I like the food." Grudgingly, he could give the college that one. Nilamani

"Help, help, I'm being--" He only managed to claw at the door, trying to re-discover its handle in the dark, before the lantern fell from his grasp, shattering glass on the floor, scattering shards in a brilliant shower. The spell should have arrested his mental faculties. Instead, it sped...

Pomrick whistled himself a tavern tune, as he snuck down into the pantry, holding a lantern before him. This was one of the few joys afforded him in the College. His own precious little secret. He had managed to figure out which key belonging to his master opened the normally locked door to the...

He peered down at his own nose, crossing his eyes. Flustered, he made a halfway attempt at covering it again, but gave up, now that the cat was out of the bag. He threw his hands up in defeat. "No, well, probably not - I don't know! I'll study, I guess." He leaned over the table, feeling his...

"Yes. W-we're all, that is to say--" he paused, grasping for words and looking apologetically around, as if uncertain if he should be allowed to speak or if he could keep going - or indeed, if he could remember what he wanted to say, against all the new names jumbling around in his skull. "We're...

Pomrick huddled up behind Lysander with Nilamani, tilting his head, looking hypnotised by the horns of the siblings. But inevitably, his head turned in the direction of the cluster of Dreadlords, in equal number to their own little triad. Two muscular men - one looking like a torn pincushion...

He frowned at first, then gave a weak smile when he got the joke. "I'm not really . . ." How could he explain without sounding ungrateful? How could he put his constant feelings of isolation, inferiority and dull despair into words? No matter what he said, he was going to look foolish, weak...

Surprisingly, the first to rush into the classroom - ferreting through the door like a chased squirrel hoping to avoid detection and banging his knee against a cunning chair for his efforts - was Pomrick. But unlike the punctual creatures that usually beat him to this race, Pomrick carried a...