Under the Purple Sky: Celann

“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

In the Meantime IV: Trygve’s Contrition

“All right! Here we go!” Ollrod slammed his hands on the table, picked up the cards, and began to shuffle. “Who’s in?”

Vori raised her hand and turned down her wrist, finger pointing down toward the pile of coin. “If you’re gonna play with the big dogs.”

“I’m in.” Trygve brought his mug of ale over to the table and took a seat next to Vori, who grinned at him. Continue reading