Maladar pulled a face as his wife’s incense drifted past his nose. The heavy scent brought too many memories of pointless bowing and scraping at the local temple and he neither had the time or energy to pay attention while he worked. He tapped his pen against the side of the bowl for a moment,… Continue reading →

Fire crackled in the banked pit as Howling Wind Triumphant drew in the earth with one long fingernail. “This town is ripe for plucking. Two guards, maybe three, on duty and the rest sleeping in their soft beds.” Around him, his tribe of barbarians watched his movements with the fervor of worshipers. Howling Wind ignored… Continue reading →