By David C. Daoust The hog just lay there. It unceremoniously, and without real reason, fell over dead. This happened after Chut’s dear friend, Chantilles, was knocked into the deep dark hole. Chut felt relieved that the dead thing decided…
By David C. Daoust A putrid smell filled the air, Chantilles noticed it but moments before Khadory plummeted into the creature’s den, it had not yet registered in her mind. She stood wide eyed, flaming torch in hand– ready to…
By David C. Daoust Khadory followed along as the grey bearded Tharnan led the two oxen, pulling the wood laden cart, into what appeared to be a makeshift shanty town. A town of tents and encamped wagons surrounding a sectioned…
By David C. Daoust The village around Bladeshire Abbey was a small one. At its center was the Village Green, a common area the families shared. The Green, along with the Parish Church were places the villagers would congregate. Each…
By David C. Daoust The small group of riders approached at a saunter. At the lead was the baron himself, to his right, the Pound Keep (Chantilles’ father). At their back, a group of men-at-arms, each armed and armored as…
By David C. Daoust The raucous barking continued as the mastiff charged out of Redcap Creep. A bark that seemed to echo into the distance as the frantic dog, freed from its impending doom, got as far from the sucking…
by David C. Daoust Homespun, simple clothing, mired in dirt, right hand clutched a rather swordlike stick as the left held one of the leather straps that fastened a wooden shield to his arm. Both of which were exactly what…