Bladeshire 20
By David C. Daoust Stairs. A spiral of stairs heading ever upwards. Chantilles was back in that tower. She had not quite pieced it all together yet. Images invaded her thoughts as she climbed ever upwards. She knew she lost…
Bladeshire 18
By David C. Daoust Khadory landed hard. An array of injuries enveloped him with the darkness, not just from the perilous slide down the shaft, striking the earth below, itself, left its mark. He hit hard enough to force consciousness…
Bladeshire 16
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…
Bladeshire 15
By David C. Daoust The Collier’s Yard was a misshapen mess of uneven ground and stacked piles of wood. Years of being used for pit fires had left small hilly bumps and mounds throughout. Much of it was charred, some…
Bladeshire 14
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…
Bladeshire 13
By David C. Daoust Chantilles was not where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be with the other women, huddled around, placing threshing stones. Jagged little rocks meant to be embedded in a curved wood plank, a…
Bladeshire 10
By David C. Daoust Night had fallen, despite the monks usually being ‘early to bed’ types, this night, they all stood about the abbey’s courtyard, pleased Khadory was home and healthy. Brommus listened silently as Khadory relayed his morning to…
Bladeshire 8
By David C. Daoust Minutes turned to hours for the two denizens of Bladeshire trapped within the temporal bubble with the two wild denizens of the Darwood… There was no way to know how long, exactly, they were trapped. Although…
Bladeshire 7
By David C. Daoust She was there again in the dark, spiraling staircases stretched above, below. It was a tower of darkness. That is what she thought of it, what she named it. She had found herself here on several…
Bladeshire 6
By David C. Daoust The Church of the Graven Tesserae spread from the Tetrarchy of Keirkanland (the Northern Kingdoms), all the way to the Duchy of Llewelynn. Each chapel, temple, and cathedral– an embassy to the Chambers of Light. Envoys…
Bladeshire 5
By David C. Daoust Khadory had overestimated his ability to catch up with Chantilles. The russet haired girl had vanished into the forest before he even managed to make it out of the fields. He summoned a bit more energy…
Bladeshire 4
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…
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…