ambush

Roughly One Hundred Outside of Vel Anir The Mercenary troop had been told that this passage was dangerous, and that word had reached back to the other merchant camps and houses that one of the roads to Vel Anir- somewhere between, was beset by wickedness. Only one had returned in the past...

More fighters for the cause. That was why Elliot was here in the far southeast of Dalriada, somewhere in the midpoint between Alliria and Oban proper. The coast of the Allirian Strait itself was a good arrow-shot away from where he and five freewomen lay in ambush. It was hot, and the afternoon...

WEST OF ALLIRIA Through the rain and the mist of the early gray morning, the company rode. Twenty men strong, damp cloaks on their backs, their horses trotting through the mud of the road, yet they were of high spirits. Their contract was easy money, easy money. Find a group of deserters from...

The Stone's Throw Inn loomed just ahead, shadows stretching long about its face from the sparse firelights of the night in Oban. Profane men awaited inside. Humans, Elves, people of all kinds had within their hearts a shifting line between good and evil. This Hahnah had come to know. But these...

They were nearly a hundred in number. Refugees, adventurers, hunters, mercenaries, merchants and their caravan hands. They, all of them, bound for Alliria from the eastern edges of the Allir Reach. A gathering of those on a common journey. They who had come together for safety and companionship...

Clarissa Mejeure would never admit it. But she loved fucking elves. It just felt so wrong. So dirty, given what she and the Luminari believed. And that made it fiercely exciting. The taboo of it. And not just elves, though they were her favorite. Orcs. Dwarves. Xenos of all kinds. Thrilling. Oh...