vel castere

The repetitive turn of a wagon wheel woke Alistair to the harsh sunlight bearing down on him. He yawned as he sat up in the passenger seat, his sight no longer having to squint at the rays of light. One of his men, Gibbs, was driving the wagon along while he could still hear the rest of his...

Vel Castere was a struggle to find the rhythm for, but the strict daily routine outlined for her soon became easier to manage. Mornings started with a run, and by now her feet toughened and was able to take the distance. The forges were the most challenging, but Zephyrine did not complain. It...

"My butt hurts." Thraah didn't like riding. Basic gave her some training but she still didn't enjoy it. She would have preferred to take a cart, or walk but the Academy has stables for use. So use them they did. A horse a piece, because "Dreadlords don't share!" Greedy assholes. It looked a...