travelling

Ah bugger The front left wheel of the horsecart suddenly jolted and snapped off, bringing the rest of the vehicle crashing to the cobblestone beneath. Almost simultaneously, the harnesses holding the horses snapped off, the two steeds crying out in surprise before bolting off into the distant...

Flint was having a terrible day. He'd been travelling towards Alliria for an upcoming festival, having borrowed a capable steed to make the journey. It had started out as a fine day, with the sun occasionally creeping out from between a myriad of fluffy clouds. The wind swept the barber's hair...

The day began as it always did for Carmen, would wake up in the middle of the afternoon, scratch his ass, take a bite out of the month-old stale bread hidden in his sweat-stained shirt, and go back to sleep in the back of his moldy cart. He had nothing better to do today as usual, as he was...

To outsiders The Spine was a realm of nightmares: monsters from the stories parents told their children to make them behave, thieves and looters used the unkempt pathways to ambush unsuspecting travellers, varying climates and dangerous terrain that even the most athletic people might find...

Marius Alva Decimus sat outside the tavern in Elbion fuming over what had just happened. The caravan that Marius and his apprentice Serbert were supposed to travel with had left without them. Marius banged his fist on the table they were seated at and Serbert focused on the book he had opened in...