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 …
Tag: Khor Da’akaja
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 …
A Charming Observation
Havlasten sat gracefully sprawled across from me, but I could see the shadows in his cheeks and around the eyes as he rested, and the stiffness with which he had walked through the door a few hours ago bespoke the toll of his illness, even in the month that we had been gone to El …
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 …
A Letter to the Captain
High Captain, There are many things I wish to say, AB, arrived early this morning, fortunate that our TG found him prior to some Naga that ED discovered nearly simultaneously. I am not sure it was wise to entrust such a novice with such important communications no matter how much he desires to prove …
Captain Ketheria Windstar k’Seaforge
Illustration by Soraya Caraca © Last Dreams Creations
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. …
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 …
Festival of the Elements, Part II
THE DAY OF STRANGERS It's not an official name, of course, but the final day of the Festival of Magic was always given over to the new, the strange, to experience something as an abecederian. Many sought that new experience in taste, whether it be a new food, a different drink. Others watched a new …
Festival of the Elements, Part I
Swirls of orange, yellow, green, and blue flames danced through sparking prisms of mist, plunged into fountains of iridescent metals, and rose again on scented whirls of air to arc across the street, and start again behind laughing children running around and through families and strangers alike. Scents and colors, foods and drinks, color upon …
Ill-Fated Return
How to describe the site of Dhora Karendar when arriving from the sea? Perhaps the lingering taste of your beloved after a passionate kiss? Maybe the calming scents of the famed healing pools of Corelesta? The prism of all colors seen at that dawn after a raging sea storm? It all seems so …
Last Dreams 