duanann

The small town of Vel Allende was on fire. A agrarian town that focused on producing wheat or heartier root vegetables like potatoes and carrots. They burned all the same. The wheat fields were in flames and the small village people were running and screaming about. The scream of children and...

“Look, Siobhan, whatever is happening, I’ll handle it.” Aranhil said firmly. That hint of aggression was in his voice, not towards his wife, but more so at their circumstance. He was sure that Siobhan understood that, after all, by now, they had spent nearly a week and a half together. They had...

Winter in Autumn Court was usually a nice time to walk about the streets of Laigin. There was still that usual bustle of fae moving to and fro, as was expected of a capitol, but winter seemed to dull that edge. There was far less humidity in the air, which some enjoyed and some complained about...

The faint chirping of birds could be heard, the slight rays of silver peeking through, illuminating the dewdrops that had bloomed from the night’s cool air. There was a sweetness in the air, crisp like pears yet fragrant like water lilies. All of this was brought to Luella’s attention as she...

Fighting a necromancer cult with hideous, fleshy monsters to fighting demons and being in an insufferable humid jungle to then getting her ass handed to her publicly in front of multiple courts to fighting a horde of large spiders meant that Luella Balsinde needed a break. She had had enough...

Become official fodder for the army or get engaged. Those were his two choices. It was the first time in years that his father had let him choose his punishment. Growing up, Aranhil often found him choosing between lashes with a belt or the wooden sword given to him for a birthday gift. Either...

The Spine. Such a strange name to name a land, in Luella’s opinion it was almost brutish. While she could understand how it received such a name, she couldn’t quite comprehend why it stuck for years upon years. Personally, she would never like to say that she lived near the spine. Not like those...

Favashi had wandered far from the lands of the Dawn Court. Oh but the war, it had called to her like the sweetest of songs. The offerings they had laid out and the way they had begged her to stand with them on the field had fed a very core and important part of her very being. She twirled one...

"Go to the meadow, by the river. Go at night. take nothing iron and no fire. Bring silver, and meat and mead. Now leave me and mine boy!" That had been the advice of the old woman of the hedge near his clan. Rumors said her skill with potions and poultices came from a bargain with the Duanann...