“That said,” Beleg rumbled, “we need help too.  There are just the three of us, and this is a job for an army.  Yahaestra is quite possibly the worst place in these lands to do what we intend, but we have little choice of our own.  We are looking for friends of ours and can...Read More

Dain nodded, sitting himself down in one of the chairs and partaking of the small meal in front of him.  “We must be quick about it then, as I am expected back in the stands soon.  I only came to inform you that you would not be fighting this night.  There were a number of…...Read More

“Ahehee’, azee’ baa nihi,” Dain murmured to Grivallt.  The Ylveryan bowed low, and Dain returned it with a tilt of his head.  “The honored Master speaks the old tongue as well as any elf.  I shall wait outside for when the Master is ready to depart again,” Grivallt replied, taking a step to the side...Read More

A sudden thought struck Kre, and he blurted it out without thinking overmuch on it.  “Is it just those of you… uh… working for the weapons collector?”  He wasn’t sure what to call it exactly and he wasn’t terribly comfortable calling it out for what it was. Virryn paused a moment and finally nodded.  That...Read More

Kre looked up at Beleg, wondering how he could ask about what was happening without breaking their little master and servant act.  He had an immediate flash of his first meetimg with Kitalia given how blunt and straight forward this Ylveryan woman was acting, and he briefly wondered if the two were related.  As the...Read More

“That worthless pig of a man,” Beleg snarled as the two walked towards their assigned room.  “Slurring the Ylveryan people is one thing, and a terrible thing it is, but to keep slaves?  That’s a sin worthy of the lowest plane of hell.” “Is it really that pervasive?  We never heard much about slavery up...Read More

“Sir,” Kre whispered to the large man.  “You really should choose these.  There’s something special about them.” Beleg pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly.  “I don’t know lad.  I’m not liking their short blade length nor their weight.  To fight with two swords like this, you’d need them to be much lighter.”...Read More

That was apparently all the announcer needed to hear.  He bowed quickly, almost disrespectfully so, and spit out a hurried thanks before waving to some Ylveryans by the door.  They departed and soon the next tier of gladiators came into the room, swarming the tables as if they feared only scraps would be left behind...Read More

Beleg narrowed his eyes at Barry and his new weapon.  “What?” he uttered softly, so softly that even Kre had difficulty hearing it.  Though inadequate, it seemed to be the only word that Beleg could find to encompass all the things going through his mind. Kre’s own head seemed cleared now as well, and the...Read More

Almost immediately the other tier one gladiators spread out and started putting hands on weapons, feeling their weights and balances, and seeing how they compared to their own tried and true blades.  As they did so, Kre noticed that many of the weapons were very different from those he had seen in recent weeks, almost...Read More