Everyone in the cathedral’s main chamber gathered around the central table that, before the Ancient One’s attack, had been reserved for Grand Master Ora and the other high ranking members of the church. Now, though, the discipline and organization that […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Ancient One easily tore through a line of heavily armed and armored soldiers. The steel did little to protect against it’s claws, and in a matter of seconds, ten warrior priests had fallen. But no one ran. Instead, weapons […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The Citadel reminded Cato a great deal of Oriona. Everything was made of stone, the walls were towering, and everyone glared at him. But where Oriona was an actual city, it didn’t take long for Cato to really understand that […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Cato couldn’t take his eyes off the patch of black ground in front of him. Patch was the wrong word, really. It was everything in front of him, beyond the red glow of the object he’d thrown out to…mark the […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
After another arrow flew by the rock Cato and Kyros were taking cover behind, Cato decided it was time for another survey of their situation. Carefully and quickly, he risked a glance around their cover. To his frustration, it was […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The night was warmer than Cato had expected. It was certainly not as bad as some nights had been where he’d grown up, but he was fairly certain Cyronell was generally colder on the whole. It occurred to him that […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Cyronell was at war. This was not something that Cato had known previously, but he had never really bothered to think about the continent to the north. He had enough to worry about on an entirely different landmass and it […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
©2012-2014 Graham and Caroline Johnson | Powered by WordPress with Easel | Subscribe: RSS | Back to Top ↑
