slice of life

Outside Vel Anir - Dreadlord Academy Edric sat on the edge of the central courtyard, a rock bouncing in his palm as he stared ahead. His eyes were practically glazed over, staring through the dozens of combatants arrayed against one another. Most of them were his age, or around there, some...

Marrowa Village, a backwater town in the foothills of the eastern Seret Mountains under the rulership of an Elbion noble. They are a simple hardworking people, major exports including crops and livestock, ores from the mountain mining and various local crafted trinkets. This village often serves...

The dull light of dawn filtered through a large window. Charity lay in bed, arms behind her head and a grin on her face. She had just returned home after a nighttime heist on the docks with her small gang who called themselves the Imps. Under the advice and guidance of her father Gilgamesh...

Tink! Tink! Wulfric wasn’t supposed to be here. Dreadlords were battlemages, not crafts-man. But even dreadlords had days off. For apprentices like him, it was sup-posed to be once a week until a mentor was assigned, then it was under thementor’s discretion. In reality it had...