showdown

A village near the border between Maraan and Vel Anir. "Well, look what we got here, lads." The voice of the guardsman rang out with harsh glee, muffled by his helmet. "The old Lieutenant Farlance himself. Back from the dead, it seems." The four, armoured silhouttes sidled up through the...

THE RAGGED BAND They were a concourse of wretchedness, those men riding in the back of the wagon. Strangers to each other, nonetheless it had been a peculiarity of fate that each of them had a common destination, if uncommon origin. The driver of the wagon, an elderly man with long gray hair...