Kymil Thornstream The heat pummeled the StarSeeker and those aboard while she carried the Stewards back towards Arabel. Even in the dark of night, the dry heat pulled the moisture from his body, regardless of the cooled room thanks to the icy spells of Hyaku and himself. Even his high tolerance to weather temperatures only …
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Under the Light of the Moonbow
The seige of Arabel had been lifted, and the Cormyrian city had not been razed by the same destructive force as Tilverton, but a day later he still felt like the Star Seeker had landed upon him. Most of the Stewards had returned to Lady Rainsworn's keep, recovering surrounded by finery and servants. While a …
Thorns of Memory
Kymil settled into a more relaxed position with his back leaning against his bedroll and the upper bulkhead on the deck of their recently acquired airship. He'd heard of these but couldn't recall ever seeing one, especially one this size, big enough to hold their horses and them with plenty of comfort. Several minutes of idle fancy …
Kymil Thornstream
Where light flows, whether sun, torch, candle, or lamp, the copper of his long unbound hair draws the eye, and the smiling, welcoming countours of his face prevent one from wondering why they never heard the tall, muscular elf approaching along the road. Charming conversation, a helping hand across difficult terrain, and laughter even at …
Not Again
He ran and he ran. Most of the time, running calmed the constant pressure of his mind. Now he ran with desperate purpose. The ringing of the phone had been the first clue that one of them tracked the wrong way. He trusted Chayton and his sense of smell. He may not know how strong …
Tension
We were safely ensconsced in the "sultan's" suite of rooms. We were supposed to rest, while Toradoth had slipped out of the inn to gather intelligence on how in the Fates we were going to get into the palace and meet with the rumored incarnation of Creation. Our plan was limited, get their and convince …
The Lost Heir
I ducked through the tent flaps, having walked through yet more confusion here on “my” shared estate, weary after the long day. I think I had spotted all of Alagos’s new guards, but the estate house itself had been relatively empty as I traipsed through it. One had stepped around the edge of the …
Ill Winds
The flames of the night fire danced, one might say cheerfully, if one considered this hell hole of a swamp a sunny location. The constant dampness, insects, and mud were really only better than the desert, a location no sane sailor should ever be stranded. His companions, friends really, had taken to treating him as …
Blood Choice
He lay upon the heavily pillowed bed, pondering the important question of whether to rise and summon breakfast prior to his beloved wife's awakening, or to wait and avoid wakening her any sooner than necessary. Although the rising sun would not touch his balcony until it began its descent, he could tell by the shadows …
A Choice of Terrors: Part II
The celebrations upon his return this evening had been glorious. Another new trade route formally opened through the dangerous deserts. There had been a couple of minor attempts at raiding and looting, but those parties had been handled, one destroyed, and another considering the wealth that they might attain with regular trade instead of the …
A Choice of Terrors: Part I
The winds blew around him, long strands of platinum hair flowing in the air currents behind him as his ship tacked towards the coast. Light rain clouds floated to the north, deeper into the sea, and he could sense the power of the storms flowing outward from them, energy tingling through his body and mind. …
Lord Elyrienne Malenthlal
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When Death Hovers
The smell of salt and wind filled my nostrils, and I gazed out unto the far horizon. My favorite place in all the world, the lookout's nest of the Nature's Sacrifice. Far below, I could see mother as she scoured the deck looking for me, before glancing up. There's no way that she could see …
The Night Before
My time among the deserts and communities of Khor have taught me many things, not least amongst them that the shorter lived beings move at nearly impossibly hectic paces. My family keeps logs filled with the minutia days and months at sea, trade logs, accounts, rosters of crew, events, weather, and more. Buried in them, if …
Festival of the Elements, Part III
I forego the illusive mask I had planned on wearing for the Day of Strangers. With Teresal beside me, the experiences would be new enough, and strange enough for those we encountered, as there were always few humans in Karendar, festival or no, and they rarely ventured outside the dock areas. I knew not what …
Last Dreams 