Kre continued, “Would you want a chance to help us do the right thing now?  To help us free the rest of these slaves so none of them will suffer under the Master’s hand again?” The former guard still didn’t look up.  “I… can’t,” he whispered.  “I’m sorry, but I’m not brave enough to go...Read More

Kre could tell that Kersath was holding back a snarky remark for the strange little prayer that he had made over the sergeant’s body.  He would have offered to let the dark Ylveryan speak his mind, but he figured that Gnore might not appreciate it.  He had no desire to act as a mediator right...Read More

“If you want to be sayin’ a small word,” Gnore offered, “I have some I can share.”  His hand was tucked under his beard, probably lingering on a holy symbol he kept tied around his neck.  Kersath stepped up to his other shoulder and leaned in, “You could also just walk away.  It was a...Read More

The first thing that Kre noticed was that there was quite a lot of blood.  It had nearly soaked through the linen already, and a large pool had formed off to one side where the passage sloped down into the wall.  The other thing Kre noticed was all the other… stuff.  Stuff that, like blood,...Read More

“… all right lad?”  Kre looked up and cocked his head to one side.  He had been lost in his own mind and he didn’t quite catch all of Ortho’s words. “What was that?” he asked, not quite processing what Ortho had just asked him. Ortho put a hand on Kre’s shoulder and pulled him...Read More

“Wait,” Talimar said.  His voice was quiet, but firm.  Kre could feel the sergeant bristle a bit at being spoken to in such a way, but he also noted that Talimar hadn’t been speaking to the senior-most guard.  The Red Feather leader’s eyes were instead focused on something in Kersath’s offhand. Kersath rolled his shoulders...Read More

“Time’s up, I’m afraid,” the sergeant said with wide grin.  “That’d be our backup.  Drop your weapons and get back in the cell.  We might be more lenient that way.” Two of the four Dweorvkin that were unknown to Kre, the ones with the serving forks, looked at each other with true fear starting to...Read More

“Well, well, well,” the sergeant chuckled, seemingly more amused by the turn of events than Kre thought he should be.  “Quite the conundrum here.  What to do… what to do?” Virryn stepped up behind Ortho and placed a hand on the Dweorvkin’s shoulder just as Ortho opened his mouth in preparation for his retort.  At...Read More

The sergeant sighed and leaned back against the wall.  “I’ll be glad to be rid of these pests,” he muttered.  “Go back to guardin’ stuff that don’t whine and moan.” “Get out of this place too,” the other guard said quickly.  “These caverns are unnatural.  Haunted too.  My gran had the sense you know, passed...Read More

The sergeant walked over to the plates resting atop a nearby barrel and poked at the food a bit.  He finally settled on a piece of thin meat and tossed it into his mouth.  He waved a hand at one of his companions and muttered, “Remind me to tell that pet to bring something more...Read More