Bladeshire 11
By David C. Daoust Where Chantilles was focused only on Braidon speaking out against the Baron’s command, and Braidon was focused only on his carelessness with Sir Brutius’s Helm; Lord Elaris, and his men, only saw a hero. A hero…
Bladeshire 3
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…
Bladeshire 2
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…
Bladeshire 1
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…