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The crashing of stone upon stone rang our across the field as catapults found their mark upon the ramparts of the castle, a sound as common as the shouting and marching of men within the camp over the past two weeks. Sieges were never Jaerys' ideal battle conditions, no matter which side of the...

There was a saying that Vida had remembered about the Vaknelle swamplands. Well, there were two, actually. When they first told her, she simply believed them to be exaggerations told by drunks and travelers to pass the time; not an uncommon thing to find in taverns. "Where there is land, there...

The eclipse had been a waking nightmare around the world. Monsters. Magic. Mayhem. All the things mundane folks were horrified by skulking about in the menacing dark. All of it knocking upon the door before bursting in after a soft "go away" was murmured. Roland needed away from it after the...

The town of Marseyelle looked far more majestic than it had any right to be, blanketed by the hues of an autumn's setting sun. From the open road Vida had watched as the irrelevant little trading port slowly, ever so slowly mushroomed into view. She thought it an apt descriptor: A little...

Two days had passed since Honi had arrived in Alliria and that marked two days since he had joined the Clanless, a collection of rift raft that survived in the Slums by means of grifting and hold ups. Originally believing them to be a collection of brutes, Honi quickly realized their crimes were...