Recent content by Sarah Lindwell

The stars twinkled overhead. Thick rays of moonlight covered the ground. The wind murmured between the branches. The birds sung and flitted to and fro. Waves lapped and crashed from a land-locked sea. Crackling flames snapped in the dark. A twisted figure moved about in the flickering shadows...

Sarah's left brow hiked up a notch at the woman's offer of water. While she was not as versed in the ways of the Abtati as her elder sisters, she was no stranger to them. An offer of water from a desert dweller was typically a sign of great hospitality or trust. It was also a statement of power...

Sarah sat at the communal benches in the Mourners' camp outside of Parumora. Her fellows moved around. Most of them were sparring or training some skill or another. A couple others were practicing some of the rites and rituals that their group used. More still were returning from their latest...

Sarah had arrived in the city only a week before the fliers and notices started being spread around. It had been an enjoyable week. She had enough coin for room and board and to pay one of the serving girls to help her after hours. It had been a luxurious affair. But money doesn't last...

The bent woman chuntered. The mumblings were in a dialect that was unknown to this area of the world. Then the words shifted and a different language emerged. A particular dialect from the regions south of Elbion. They were all swears. Making her way into the canvassed store, her eyes latched...

Sarah passed by the gathered tents. People moved to and fro around her. Some glanced, some stared. All shared a look of pity mixed with disgust. It was understandable. Icy blue eyes stared from behind long, twisting locks of pale hair. Her tanned skin contrasted terribly with charring of the...

The ground crunched underfoot. The dim whisperings of the trees crawled around them. Long, slow breaths drawn in and released. A threshold approaching. The scent of the dead in the air. Forgotten things twisting and turning. The eye of an old god judging all. The figure was tall. Cloaked in a...

Hello, this is a Long-Term project that is expected to cover numerous threads across Arethil. We have a special focus on initiating inter-faction politics, trade, and crime all with the express purpose of adding another layer to interesting lore of Chronicles. While the current end goal is to...

It was good that he remembered her. It had been so long ago after all. Her hand absently traced the fuller of her blade. The wagon jostled again. The seed of a thought was planted. Then it grew. It flowered and bore fruit. A stream of words, and even more of thought flowed through her mind...

Her face morphed into a gentle smile at the boy's remark. He was far too modest. It was a look that didn't suit him. She had much preferred the easy confidence he projected with his movements and words. Though the man fumbled only slightly when he was talking to her. Her smile lessened slightly...

Sarah groaned slightly. The bumping of the wagon jarred her aching flesh. A grimaced marked her face. It would have stolen her beauty, the her charred flesh already did that.Her scars, covered by flaxen hair, were still easily noticeable. Her only saving grace were the piercing blue eyes that...

Gonna be there

"I am free..." A mumbled phrase from chapped lips. Vision narrowed and the darkness encroached on the edges. She saw the horse-rider strike down the fastest of the grey-skinned beasts. One down. The green orc shot down the second. Two down. The third stood there. Coward and weakling. The...

The crash was unmistakable. Sarah knew exactly where it came from. Behind and to the right of her. No more than a couple hundred feet. She could hear the grunts and the scrabbling of legs against loose rocks. Orcs. She had spent enough time in their company to know the make of their sounds. She...