Recent content by Rovan Ravenhill

At Frazil's chant, there was first silence. Misty air from several mouths funnelled into the well, sucked down, as if by some great heaving bellows far below. Rovan saw his own frost-mingled breath escape from him, instinctively repulsed and jerking back, as if whatever creature was down there...

A beat. Then, a distant clang, The flask hit a hard bottom. Quite a drop, really. Rovan leaned over the well, gloved hands on its edge, listening carefully, eyes peeling the sides of the well as if they held some secret answer there. "Jek heyri at . . ." the voice rumbled from the bottom...

While the rest laughed, Rovan narrowed his eyes, attempting to puzzle out where Frazil was headed with this display. Soon enough, her chords rung dully throughout the hall, the gentle, stringed vibrations foreign to this dead air. Her music and diction might not exactly be aureate, simple and...

Having received a flask of whiskey from a dwarf with unspoken gratitude, Rovan was halfway through his third swig when Frazil presented her offer: Rovan glanced at Sastriga, horrified. He took the cloak and purposefully side-stepped further away from the wolf. "Reckon I will take my chances...

Between the prismatic disc-borne reality that defied mundane gravity, the gleeful swilling of beer and floating through the air on a broom extraordinaire and the rather sparsely dressed champion of joyful abandon, the entrance of this stately gentleman completed a motley quartet for the night's...

A most curious menagerie of frozen critters passed him by - all while Rovan shivered, huffed and puffed, stamped his dead feet and rubbed his numb fingers against the increasingly oppressive cold. But of course his lord had to send him in the most northern, far-flung reaches of the Spine. And...

Rovan tremulously picked up the grimoire in his hands, noting the teeth marks and how deep they could sink into leather - even with a gentle touch. The wolf looked ever so pleased with its efforts, tongue lolling at him. He managed a crumbling smile back, though he knew better than to pat the...

He slammed the book shut, about to pursue the others, when the first crack shook the floor and sent the ceiling weeping with deadly, frozen tears. "Noo--" Rovan began with an upward inflection at the first icicle shattering near him, as if he could tell the rudely impacting object to stop, like...

This eye of primordial size observed them through the ice, nothing but a thin barrier separating these young races from something truly old. Rovan felt as small as a snowflake before a blizzard, gazing into its dark slit, like some wound in a sea of brass sclera. The eye sunk and vanished from...

"Who knows? Perhaps they misplaced them in some vicious dragon's gullet. I hear their scales can be so terribly difficult to extricate things from." The cold was beginning to get to him, and perhaps it added some caustic drip to his wit. Now with his hat off, his ears and cheeks reddened...

Catching their breath, what remained of the camp filed into the room - a mumbling, coughing, harking, cursing crowd, their mingled voices bouncing off of the ancient walls strangely. Outside, the wind howled like a frothing beast, snowflakes hurled through the doorway, fingers of snow reaching...

Rovan put down his glass and folded his hands before him, nodding along, intrigued by the healer's in-depth answer. It felt clinical and mildly detached in the ways a physician might observe a curious patient, or a herbalist might account for a persistent and vigorous weed. Listening fully to...