Recent content by Reinlinde

It had been some months since Ivy had come on at the abbey, giving Reinlinde a renewed sense of purpose. The child was freakishly strong; a curious but pleasant discovery, and she was not a slow learner by any means. Of course, the knight Reinlinde was apprenticed to, Alric Crane, didn’t see it...

With the grace of an awkward teenager, Reinlinde embraced the half-elf beggar clumsily. You won’t be alone, she thought. The white lion watches over us all. Esion had saved her one time. A devilish horde had come upon the little backwater river village she and her family lived in; the Emerald...

The question was like a thousand daggers in the heart, and Reinlinde had to stop herself from wincing. You’ve no idea who you are or where you’re from–where would we even begin to look?!? But the knight’s apprentice kept those thoughts to herself, electing at first to ignore the desperate...

They walked through arched tunnels and past roaring lion heads, rainbow flower beds and stained glass windows so vibrant they were blinding to behold. Along the way, Reinlinde tried to paint Ivy a picture of her God, the blessed white winged lion…though who was to say whether the girl was even...

By now it was well past afternoon and the abbey was coming alive again. It was time for the midday sermon, so members of the Order began to move in that direction. Sisters and Brothers in white robes and gold coifs, Fathers in their plain brown potato sack cowls. There were knights sprinkled...

“Ivy,” Reinlinde repeated, while her sapphire eyes burned holes through the teenage half-elf beside her. The mention of lost parents stung Reinlinde in the heart. I remember what it’s like waking up alone in the world. Still, Reinlinde had to be careful not to project her own feelings onto the...

It was hard for Reinlinde not to see some of herself in the girl. She’d never been half-starved living in the streets, but she certainly could have been. The Emerald Death had razed her village of Grayshore when she was just fourteen; her parents had been murdered by the unholy horde. A kindly...

“I’m Reinlinde, apprentice knight of the Order of Esion, and this is…my colleague, Alric Crane, a master knight in the order,” Reinlinde said, coolly observing the old drunkard. “He would do well to remember to act like one. Excuse his drunkenness, he knows no shame my ser.” Alric bristled at...

“Food, shelter, warmth. A fair better smelling place than the shallows at the least, bless these folks.” Reinlinde smiled easily, trying to disarm the girl. The knight’s apprentice was a curious thing, with her boyish haircut and warrior’s armor. When she’d first spoken, it was with a false bass...

“Gods be cruel, look at the state of this child,” Reinlinde whispered, shocked by the pitiful half-elf that had slunk out from the alley. The little girl must have stood a foot shorter than Reinlinde and was blanketed in such filth the knight’s apprentice had ever seen. Reinlinde dropped to...

The wooden handcart creaked and thundered down the rickety stilted docks noisily, drawing the ire of sailors and brigands both. But the old priest pushing it paid them no mind. Reinlinde admired his dedication, even if she felt like it was folly. Father Gauzo had seldom pushed his cart as far...