Luckily for Kre, the green brutes were unaware of their opponent’s skill… or lack thereof.  Because of this, they moved hesitatingly and awkwardly, testing and probing with their own makeshift weapons.  Kre thought that perhaps the presence of the tyrfang was another factor in the goblin’s unease in attacking him fully.  Not that he was...Read More

The goblin horde paused, some with weapons still raised menacingly, as they watched their former comrade’s body burn.  Almost as one, they turned back to face Beleg who stood there with a wide, almost maniacal grin on his face. The large warrior brought his outstretched pointer finger up to his lips and gave it an...Read More

The two veteran adventurers beside Kre moved faster than he could process, darting forward at the confused mass of dirt-encrusted hides and leathery skin, flashing their blades in a series of quick motions, and then jumping back.  They worked in tandem, with each one darting forward just as the other was being swiped at while...Read More

By now, Kre could count about twenty of the little creatures moving out of the rocks and closing the eighty yards or so to their position.  The four atop the rocks were still there, though they had no stones spinning in the air.  It seemed as if they were dancing and jeering now, waiting for...Read More

“Blast fool boy,” Beleg grumbled, loud enough to seem angry, but not so loud that it seemed like an obvious cry for attention.  “How’d’ya manage to git lost so offen.  Could’a’na fine tha’way outta yer pants wiffout yer ma’s help.” “Pa,” Ras said, his voice slightly softer and quivering a bit with concern, “go easy...Read More

Beleg had changed quickly into some torn up clothes, complete with fresh looking bloodstains down his right leg.  He appeared to be leaning heavily on Ras’s shoulder as though he needed the support to remain upright and walking.  Ras motioned at Kre with his free hand, the other being wrapped around Beleg’s waist as if...Read More

The others shared a few thoughts here and there.  Things that Kre wasn’t aware of.  Mostly about the weather shifting, based on the way the birds were flying or how the air smelled of some kind of metal.  He barely followed the talk given how quickly as the group chattered and how often they talked...Read More

They rode for the better part of the day with very little time or opportunity to talk amongst themselves.  The path through the forest was barely wide enough for a single rider and Kre had to constantly watch for branches whipping back towards his face from the rider in front of him.  The horse that...Read More

“Like the little man could refuse,” Beleg laughed.  “Who would not want to ride with the august Red Feather Adventuring Company?” “Keeping in mind too,” Kersath added in his snide, sly way, “that joining our ranks is the only way to travel with us.  Else, we’ll have to say our teary farewell here and leave...Read More

The entirety of the company was assembled in the clearing.  Nine of the strangest adventurers that Kre had ever thought could possibly be arranged, though he admittedly had no basis for comparison.  They were also oddly silent, watching him as he entered into the clearing with Ras, who very quickly joined his colleagues to make...Read More