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 …
Tag: Lands No Longer Remembered
The Cycle Of . . .
He slipped from the sheets, careful not to disturb the lovely ladies of Dynn Heledir with whom he had shared the final festivities of the victory celebration that had consumed Evening Star these past few days. While he hoped to return for a quiet, early morning farewell with Renethia and Fenalisa, he never missed daybreak …
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 …
Sword of Thorns
The tiny flames flickered as they warmed the small pot of tea flavored with mint, dried mushrooms and a bit of berry for his breakfast. Night was just beginning to fall to the hint of dawn, even deep in the forests of southwest Cormanthor, the darkness prepared to flee from the rays of daytime. He …
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 …
Last Dreams 