Recent content by Solon Raye

In that void, he could see the light from her third eye still. As brilliant as anything Solon had ever seen when he took a step into that layer of the loch. Certainly, he could reach out to her and at the very least carry her consciousness to somewhere safe. Far away from these creatures that...

Gzash was his name. A vampire in service to a great master that had run rampant through the countryside for a time. Solon had taken the assignment a week ago. When the moon hung high in the sky, he'd poured over tomes and sharpened his blade. He'd prayed and slept early. His horse was well...

"How could I ever forget it?" Syr Tanlo was one of the finest swordsmen the Order had ever seen. Once when Solon was a still but a squire and protege of Syr Godfried, he'd watched Syr Tanlo ride forward and fell many a foe all on his own. Solon had been astonished by his skill and bravery...

"But that is why you have brought me here, isn't it? To cut that last thread." "...You had best acquire tough shears, demon..." The words he spoke broke through his burning lungs. Discomfort was something that he had grown used to. Wise men who begot their knowledge from wise men taught him a...

Was there any nightmare greater than a night without stars? Was there any pain greater than loneliness? In that space, days and nights may have passed and yet... He dreamed of her. He could barely make out her visage in the sea of flame. Her eyes and locs were obscured by the fire that made up...

His quarry fled into place that Solon's own horse could not follow. Zephyr's head and hooves reeled back and the knight was forced to bring his steed back under control. His heart was beating out of his chest. More than it ever had before. That poison made it's way into his veins and began to...

"Come the phoenix, for the worms." "Nay. For tomorrow." As the inferno blazed about them all, the entity unleashed yet another arrow, one created from a blackness and evil that he could scarcely describe or fathom. Was it pride that made him stand before the Everwatcher's follower with such...

Woe to those that dwell in the abyss. They know not the power of light. How the nature of a spark might invite The Inferno. The cold winds were biting against his face, a feeling he knew all too well. A part of becoming a knight was learning how to brave the elements as much as one braved...

These archives had been home to him once. Solon had been much smaller than the other squires when he was brought in. It had taken him some time to get used to the art of swordplay when he was a lad. He'd seen his father kill so many people with blades that he had been scared of them for a...

One of Solon's fondest memories was slowly falling asleep in the back of a merchant prince's carriage after the completion of one of his father's contracts. Through the thin curtains, he had a view of the stars that seemed to hand lower in the sky along with a full moon. A moon so close and so...

"...you still don't understand. Even as you fight against the shadow of what killed your father, you still don't understand. You are ruled entirely by your emotions, Squire Solon. Your mind must become so quick and your conditioning so perfect that you flee those feelings welling within your...

Syr Solon Raye was often regarded as a beacon among his fellow knights. Where he rode, many stories were told and many a wicked creature felled. His magic was brilliant and made all the more beautiful with the luster of his gilded armor... Except when he was home, there was no need for such...

The learned Magus has a different understanding of fire than the common man. For the common man, fire is simply a tool that can be created at will and used to either light a dark passageway or as a tool of war and violence. For the Magus, it is important to understand fire at it's truest nature...

"Have you ever heard a song that shook you to your core, boy? And I don't mean one of raunchy tavern songs... I mean something real. Something comforting, like... the Priestesses of Astra gathering about a Star-Dome to sing her praises to their goddess. The song of a heartbroken man missing his...

"...To the pain." His own gauntleted fist struck against his chest the same way Syr Dorn's had. A stoic expression was a knight's greatest ally in moments like these. Syr Dorn was a master of seeing into others and knowing what they were made of, what their intentions were. Certainly, it was...