It was another three days of the same agenda.  After breakfast, the company handled a few camp chores, to include setting up some leftover meat to smoke, baking some trail bread, and exercising the horses.  Despite Talimar’s orders, they traded jobs to help alleviate the boredom of camp life.  Kre had looked forward to his...Read More

“No!” Garth shouted again, seemingly for the hundredth time.  “That is not your zone!”  Kre remembered Garth as the softer, kinder of the company’s dweorvkin, but these last two days of martial training showed another side of the dwarf.  A side that was exacting and demanding in his lessons. “If you move there, you will...Read More

Kre stayed with the horses even after his chores were done.  He took a look at one of the heavy oat cakes and noted that it seemed incredibly dense, as if it was actually a great deal more oats than it seemed by size.  A casual sniff indicated that it had some sweetness to it,...Read More

Kre knew that there was a lot being unsaid there, and he knew better than to start asking questions.  One look at Druckner’s face told him that he was already at the edge of where the memories were starting to be painful.  “It looks like you did have something to teach me after all,” Kre...Read More

“It’s built on trust,” rumbled a gruff voice from behind him.  “This kind of teamwork, that is.” Kre turned and found himself facing one of the dweorvkin.  As with the others, he wasn’t sure which this was.  It was not because he couldn’t tell any difference between them, because they were all certainly very different...Read More

“In fact,” he continued quickly, not wanting to lose the momentum they had just started to gain, “you can often tell the various lineages of arcane schools by the words they use.  An arcane master will always train their apprentices using the words that they themselves were taught, just as your town elders taught you...Read More

“I don’t know how else to explain it!” Dain exclaimed in exasperation.  “I’m using the simplest terms I can possibly think of.” Kre rubbed at his temples and tried to process Dain’s explanation as best he could.  It had been their third round of their first lesson of the arcane, and Kre just wasn’t quite...Read More

“What kind of education did you have growing up?” Kre asked, hoping that it wasn’t an insulting question. Dain chuckled, “Nothing like what you might be thinking.  My schooling was…” he cocked his slightly as if carefully choosing his next words, “… unorthodox.” Kre blinked his eyes a few times and tried to consider his...Read More

“You’ve stopped listening, haven’t you?” Dain chided.  “Oh, to have an enchantment that would make people pay attention when necessary.” Kre’s head snapped up from his web of side thoughts.  “Enchantments,” he echoed, thinking he could recover the thread of conversation if he repeated one of Dain’s words, “they seem like pretty neat kind of...Read More

The scrap of thin parchment instantly flared up into a brightly glowing ribbon of fire flying past Kre’s face.  Aflame with a flickering deep blue hue, the paper flew like a dart past the startled young man and, following the path indicated by Dain’s outstretched index finger, affixed itself to a nearby tree. “Would you...Read More