“Uh huh,” Beleg rumbled, after being introduced to Henric.  “You know I just killed four of your colleagues here after they jumped us.”  He gestured to the dead bodies without taking his steely hard killer eyes off of Henric. “One o’ems mine,” Gnore chimed with a wide grin underneath his greasy beard. “Poor Wolv though,”...Read More

“Do you know where we are?” Kre asked Henric when they had made it through the doors at the far side of the arena. The former guard shook his head.  “Unfortunately, no.  They never really needed patrols to roam through here as seldom as it’s used.” Kre turned to Gnore as Henric stepped back to...Read More

Ten feet might not be a huge distance, and Kre had certainly jumped into hay bales from a greater height back home, but somehow it was more intimidating here with everything going on around them.  Gnore had simply stepped off the side and landed on his feet, legs only barely slightly bent.  Henric chose to...Read More

That seemed to get far more attention than some random kid screaming out in panic.  Henric’s uniform bought him an amount of credibility that Kre just couldn’t achieve on his own.  This time there were screams as they pointed at what they thought was a dead guard.  The panic set in and the audience around...Read More

There wasn’t much of a panic when Gnore ran out into the stands.  At least, not at first.  The Dweorvkin had striped down to what amounted to a loin cloth, rubbed some more dirt and mud on his face and body, and raised his weapons menacingly at the crowd.  Some of the nearby folk even...Read More

The plan they came up with was crude, at best.  It would have been so terribly kind even to say that it had a chance of success, but it was the best they could come up with in the short time they had. “Why couldn’t he just share his plan with us,” Kre muttered.  “It’s...Read More

“We should go that way,” Henric noted.  He nodded towards the hall next to the one where Virryn had been leading the group.  “That way’s the slave…”  He trailed off there, uncertain how to recover from his gaffe. Much to Kre’s surprise, it wasn’t Kersath that tore into him.  It was Gnore. “Ain’t a livin’...Read More

“Whoa… whoa!” Henric said, shuffling backwards as best he could given his bonds.  “I ain’t one of them demons, I swear!” “Exactly what a Rakshasa would say,” Kersath replied calmly.  He continued to advance on the former guard turned prisoner and quickly step-danced around Kre when the boy tried to get in his way.  It...Read More

They made it to the intersection to find a very nervous Virryn waiting for them.  She was trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible in the shadows cast by the lantern light, but it only made her look more out of place.  “Thank the stars,” she breathed.  “I was worried that…” she stopped as she...Read More

“Well,” Kre said, glancing back at a very irritated Kersath and a grim-faced Gnore, “this is your chance to figure that out.  You can either stay here, tied up, and hope that they find you and believe that you were captured by us escapees.  If they do, you’ll go right back to doing this job. ...Read More