blackshields

"Just do what you can," Cato said to the cohort's smith. "I'll be back round shortly. Gotta make a trip 'cross the way first." He tossed the forger a lazy wave and headed out the makeshift shop. His blades had been nicked to the hells and back, which meant business had been good as of late. Lots...

Some time ago, 'neath the shadow of the Spine... Dawn was a long time coming. Cold, and tired from a restless night spent on the march, Captain Agatha of the Blackshields was almost relieved when the time came to call for the company to halt. Stretching, her back muscles protesting noisily, the...

The table before him had more empty mugs than he cared to count. The sun was blazing in the Allir Reach that day and even his tent did little to keep the sun away. He sat talking to himself as he always did. Smart men with weak arms liked to say that it was a sign that his mind was sharp. That...

Some time in the night, the haunting tendrils of a nightmare released their grip on Rori, leaving her breathless and disoriented. The slumbering forms of her companions dotted the forest floor, oblivious to her struggle. Frustration gnawed at her, rendering any hope of sleep futile. In search of...