1.7 The cult of the White Tear An uncomfortable silence fell over the group as they stared at the cleric posing awkwardly on a pile of rubble. “Well Mr. Sapienza, welcome to our small company,” said Zal’tat sweeping his arms wide. “The scary elf dressed in black is Shainarra, the happy-looking child is called Grell,” … Continue reading Adventures of the Cursed Eight 1.7
By Accipiter G. Goshawk Another old re-edited story. The style is quite different (I had originally intended it to be part of a collection of legends). Enjoy! In the beginning, there where dragons. Of course, in the before times, they hadn’t really chosen a proper shape yet. That’s why you see all sorts of dragons … Continue reading Where did the dragons go?
1.6 The fallen cleric The small band walked carefully forward into the dark corridor. Shadows cast by their torches danced over another series of intricate murals; Gerotil was predominantly featured in all of them, now accompanied by a long-bearded cleric dressed in green. “Saint Vornias,” breathed Kathra as they stopped to look at a scene … Continue reading Adventures of the Cursed Eight 1.6
By Accipiter G. Goshawk This is an older short story of mine (the original version dates back to 2014). I've re-edited it a little, but the style is quite different. It just goes to show how writing evolves with time. It was born from the expression "he/she took my breath away" and was meant to … Continue reading Acclimatation
1.5 Bones and rust In the meantime, Siloqui -who had ignored the squabbling- had moved towards the opening the dragonborn had been studying. A heavy metal grate was blocking their access to a passage that moved further into the mountain. A quick examination revealed it to be controlled by a series of gears set into … Continue reading Adventures of the Cursed Eight 1.5
By Accipiter G. Goshawk The third episode of points of view. Trav's use of the Focus takes a turn for the worse... The next episode will conclude the story. I hope you enjoy it and please don't hesitate to let me know what you think.- The next day was worse. At the crack of dawn, … Continue reading Points of view: Part III
1.4 The tree and the Warlock Father Silin stared quizzically at Shainarra from beneath his fuzzy-caterpillar eyebrows. “You look very familiar my dear,” murmured the elderly priest as he accompanied them down the nave towards the entrance of the crypt. “Were you here last Gerotil’s Day?” The thief shifted uncomfortably beneath her dark cloak. She … Continue reading Adventures of the Cursed Eight 1.4