Sons of Lur: A beginningThe nights had been getting colder as the land turned towards autumn. Frost gave the trees a ghostly edge, cladding the stark branches in their hoary winter finery. Breath plumed from the mouths of men and horses and fetching water from the streams and rivers which crossed the plains meant hacking through the thickening ice at the edges. It was yet to snow, but the smell of it was the in air and there was a presence, a weight, to the grey clouds overhead. None travelled now without provisions and gear for long nights and days under snow, accompanied by a guide who knew the way of the grim Northlands out of Rhegan.The turning season had elev
A Fiddler's Apocalypse"Jeremy! Jeremy, aagh, don't lead them toward me!""Sorry, sorry!" Jeremy yelled back, panting as he tried to focus on playing his fiddle and running backwards, away from the zombies who had begun to notice his music, at the same time."Ha! If you can't handle them, comrade, send them over here!" Alik cackled happily, aiming a tiny gun at a group of zombies who had begun to stagger towards Roy and blowing them all sky high with a single shot."Alik, stop being such a creep when we're trying to concentrate on not dying!" A new voice, this one feminine, shouted from behind Jeremy. A gunshot cracked from where the voice had originated from, a
It's the Women's Heart"You surely are hard to find, aren't you, Windrider?"Putting the glass back on the tavern bar, Sywyn glanced at the young man who sat on the wooden stool beside him. Brown curls flickered in the firelight, and clear green eyes returned his gaze, inspecting him and looking for a reaction. "I see you do recognize me. I must admit I really wasn't expecting so much," he said smiling, "it saves me the embarrassment of introducing myself again, at least."The scarred elf looked away without a word, while his new companion kept staring at him with genuine curiosity."It's not like I thought you were going to be happy seeing me eithe
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