They set the poor man up near the front door, with a bucket of fresh water nearby.  Every now and again, Kre would wipe some of the cool water over Braun’s face with one of the spare dish cloths. “He’s burning up,” he noted to the others.  The Rangers paid no mind, they simply kept...Read More

The two made their way outside where the sky had grown darker with the sun barely lingering above the horizon.  The area was full of sounds, such as of birds moving about in the trees and the soft rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze.  Underneath the sounds of nature at work was an...Read More

“Kre,” Lowil said with a tsk, “you’re letting the stew burn.  You need to stir evenly, scraping the sides and bottom as you go.” Swearing softly to himself, Kre readjusted his grip on the wooden spoon and started to attack the pot more furiously.  After a couple of wayward splashes, the girl stood, shook her...Read More

The door to the cabin opened and the young female prisoner nearly fell over her own feet as she stumbled in.  Only a quick jerk of the rope kept her from slamming into the nearby table.  “I thought you elfy folk were light on your feet.”  Petriv laughed and pulled her over near the stove. ...Read More

With his boot still planted on the young girl’s back, Marce pushed down hard, roughly forcing her into the dirt.  “See, first is the skin.  You might not notice up here in this region where the sun burns bright all the time, but their skin is just a bit darker than ours… more yellowy, really.”...Read More

Lowil nodded once, still very upset by the Ranger’s previous words.  “I suppose that I’ll need some more water at this point though.  It’s probably all boiled away by now.” “Ranger Tracker Marce,” the older man offered as an introduction.  “That there is Ranger Scout Petriv.  I prefer my tea strong.” “Noted,” Lowil smiled through...Read More

Stepping over the Ranger who was still rubbing his face in the dirt, Braun pulled his tunic up as if to remove it entirely.  Both Kre and Lowil averted their eyes, not wanting to see more of Braun than they needed to, especially after his self-admitted issues with his bowels. “Rest assured, I have no...Read More

After tearing through both his bag and Braun’s, Lowil’s head hung low as he turned back to face the Rangers.  For their part, one of them was trying to tease the female captive with an apple that he kept dangling in front of her face before taking his own bite while the other was picking...Read More

Lowil heard some sort of a discussion ongoing outside and figured that Braun was feeling a bit better.  He figured that Braun was feeling better and might be chatting with Kre, but he worried that the former’s ill health might make his personality even testier.  So, he figured he should step in, just in case...Read More

The cabin was right where Lowil said it would be.  Given that it was the off-season, it was in a state of disuse though it was still in fairly decent shape.  Braun took off the moment they stopped and made for the nearby bushes while Kre tried his best to ignore the grunting and wailing...Read More