“No,” was his immediate thought. “Not only am I to break my oath of chastity, but with my own sister?!”
Part Two: A Sure Foot Upon the Path
Leeria awoke the following morning just before the dawn, still groggy from sleep, as well as the amount of alcohol she had imbibed the night prior. She lay for a time amidst the hay, curled in on herself as she had but her woodland cloak covering her nakedness, the medallion of her guild clutched in her hand.
There was a Time
There was a time, A time of sin
Who Are You?
Who are you who gathered near, All mine trails, hardships, fears?
Garden Folk
Upon lost trails do we weave
Last Stand
Standing stoic 'midst twisted trees
What Could Have Been
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
Fear Fuels the Fires, Ignorance Builds the Pyres
Who are we who dabble in fear? As the shadows draw ever near
Chapter Eight: Seeking Comfort in Dark Times
Just as the full darkness of nightfall enclosed around them, Lystra and Belt made the gates of the Flaming Fist Fort. Despite seeing no sign of continued pursuit for the majority of their flight, they had not slowed their mounts, fearful that their foe may have some unseen trick up their sleeve.
Part One: A Summons Extended
Dusk was falling swiftly when a lone rider wound their way down a twisting backwoods road towards a long, squat Inn with worn log walls and a thatched roof. A low palisade surrounded the structure, the gate of which was open and welcoming, as was the small trail of smoke rising from the building’s chimney. A faded sign at the palisade’s gate identified the place as the Weeping Willow Inn, aptly named as the namesake trees lined the roadside leading to its entrance, as well as about the palisade’s exterior. The soft gurgling of a nearby brook, as well as the multitude of chirping insects, lent the locale a sleepy facade and was a pleasing image to the weary traveller.
