The streetlights on the main roads were being lit as Arabella passed. She gave the older man a wave as she jogged along the waterfront, clutching a bundle to her chest as the last vestiges of sunset continued to darken from deep purple into the black of night. The priest
The Adventurer’s Guild, either as a show of wealth or just to differentiate itself from its neighbors, was made almost entirely of thick dark wood not native to this region. It had large, heavy double doors that were both engraved with the adventurer’s crest. A staff, a bow, and a
The city streets were crowded as they usually were at this time of day. It was well past lunchtime, so businesses were bustling, especially as more people entered the city. Carts came one by one through the gates to bring in their goods. It was always like that during harvest
The smoke made Amber wince as she moved past a chimney belting out black clouds. Given, that was most of the chimneys she’d passed so far. One would think it was winter and not early autumn with how much wood the city was burning. It wasn’t only wood either. Passing
The fog had dissipated before morning prayer finished. Arabella was glad of that as she hurried to her next task. There was an odd scent in the air that followed the fog which clung to the flagstones after she’d gotten ready. It was a pungent aroma, acrid and heavy, a
Chapter 1 “I see it!” She stood on the seat next to the carriage driver as the horses clopped along the road. Her hands grasped the small lip on the edge of the seat that prevented the driver from simply sliding out if the horse made too sharp a turn.
Welcome to Pondril, a city rich with history and faith. Built a hundred and fifty years ago on the remains of a previous settlement lost to the demon incursion, Pondril was renamed to the surname of the lead family that held out until unexpected help arrived from the sea. An