“The Orc said for Isaran’s hands only.” The courier was insistent and Celann knew that he was only doing his job, but the sigh he let out indicated his clear exasperation with the matter. Though if he was honest, if Durak only wanted Isran to receive the correspondence, he probably had a good reason.
“Fine,” he said, “follow me.” He led the young man through the fort’s massive foyer and up the tower staircase to Isran’s office, where their leader was unpacking and repacking barrels of varying contents. The administrative area that Isran was trying to organizing was a disaster but he insisted that he not have any help, and that the rest of the crew needed to work on training. Continue reading
One of the most popular alternate universe tropes in fan fiction is the coffee shop AU, the one where we imagine our intrepid heroes enjoying a life where their only quest fetch involves coffee and a scone. As an homage to these stories, I bring you, Elspeth the Barista, drawn by the always amazing, Memai.
Disclaimer One: This chapter is rated R.
Disclaimer Two: I’m sorry.
Many thanks to Pyrelle who did the first draft of the smutty parts so I could work through my writer’s block
“So, Onmund said something interesting today,” Lydia said as she unpacked her satchel, placing the food she procured from the market on the table.
“Really?” Elspeth looked up from her tea and the pile of letters she was reading. They had only just arrived home the evening prior, and even Elspeth hadn’t seen Onmund yet. She was planning a visit to Silent Moons camp, just a soon as she finished reviewing her correspondence.
I hope everyone’s doing well, staying safe and healthy. I think I’ve got my mojo back. For real this time. I finally figured out how to proceed with the next Evangeline/Nerussa/Xeri chapter. If anyone is still following along, thanks for your patience.
<cues up Rod Serling>
Imagine if you will, a world in which two fates collide at a much earlier period of time. Where mischievousness meets gallantry, where sociability meets reticence, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance, wholly contingent on the ability of two forces of nature coming together in–if not harmony–then strategic alliance, a union whereby….
“Shor’s bones, will you PLEASE watch where you aim that thing. I won’t spend another day picking mountain flowers just because you torched the entire supply!!!” Continue reading