Recent content by Torec

Aster. Hmph. The taciturn man only glanced away at her grin. What was it with her now? Before she'd been stern and demanding, now she showed some warmth, some personality? Nobles. Torec swore every last one of them had some kind of psychosis. Probably all the cousin marrying. Torec knew a...

Torec kept his ground respectfully, watching as the girl embraced her dragon. At least she seemed to care for the mountain with wings. That was well. "Hello." Eyes of an acidic yellow fastened on Torec, then she snorted and a rush of hot air ruffled his clothes. No wonder. Dragons did not...

Makes her. More like the Lady cannot think up a better way to mount her dragon. Torec grunted in response to her unspoken question. “Aye. You do what you have to to survive. Good on Cerys for letting them ride.” He cracked his neck and adjusted his straw hat. “Well. If you’ve no...

Torec's eyes widened as the behemoth rose from the river, as if a mountain crested up from the depths. Water streamed from her horns and scales, dripping from her wings, glistening in the sunlight. Birds burst away in flight. Small game fled as she stirred. The tamer grunted and stood his...

A question laced with the hope that he’d be suffering under the weight of his bags. Torec paused next to her and took off his straw hat for a moment to run a hand through his dark hair, pushing back sweaty locks from his forehead. He wore a loose, light colored tunic, trousers, and sensible...

No reply came to her statement about the wyvern, as it were a statement and no question demanding an answer. Royals hated silence. Loved to fill it with talking. Torec were not much for talking hisself, but if they asked a question he’d give them an answer. Trouble was, Miss Silverhair didn’t...

He rode fast and hard on a running wyvern to outpace the dragon-pulled carriage. The two-legged drake couldn’t soar the same as a much larger dragon, but this breed’s legs were built for running just as much as flying. Torec covered good ground and reached the village well ahead of the lady’s...

“Seen bigger,” Torec grunted, looking away from the scale to squint up at the sky. He scratched at his beard. Couldn’t say he did well with subtle threats and grandstanding from royals. Didn’t matter if he had or hadn’t actually seen a bigger scale. Truth was, her dragon definitely ranked on...

This time Torec didn't bother hiding his scowl, fingers on One-Eye's reins tightening reflexively. A good boy? Feed his cockatrice to her dragon would she? The tamer wondered at the state of her dragon. Didn't their last tamer die not too long ago? Ate in some accident. Usually how it went...

Torec scowled. What did the lady have against cockatrices? He patted One-Eye's beak reassuringly when she mentioned that her dragon ate cockatrices for breakfast. Don't worry, old fellow. What she said, if true, said more about her lack of control and trust with the dragon than anything...

Old One-Eye had seen better days. Probably days when he had two eyes instead of just the one. Now the enormous cockatrice hobbled along on two feet, resembling the oddest cross between a gamecock and a dragon. Atop the enormous saddle and saddlebags sat a dark haired and bearded man, grizzled...

A futile blow from this shaman of bone. So much knowledge accumulated in the shaman’s mortal span, all useless in the face of one simply more powerful. The law of the jungle. Another breath through the nose sent curling wisps of fog from Xun’s nostrils. He should not answer the tiger in like...

Xunlóng stood where he was as ossified shrapnel shards zipped through the air like so many angered hornets. The sage watched, impassive. “Ah.”

“Animate? No.” Those serpentine eyes regarded Ivory’s every movement. “They are but scaffolding for meat.” Xunlóng stood there, still as stone, wondering what the necromancer might do next. “Strings on which puppets dance.” He canted his head the other direction and held out bound hands...