Bladeshire 22
By David C. Daoust Khadory would never be sure why he let her do it. She reached her hand out to the ghoul, a weak wounded monstrosity– when exactly the chants started, he could not be sure, but once the…
Bladeshire 21
By David C. Daoust The ghoul had lurched out into the torchlight but moments before… Some sort of undead thing. There was no part of Khadory that did not want to lash out at the monstrosity. The undead creature that…
Bladeshire 19
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…
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…
Bladshire 12
By David C. Daoust Khadory awoke early, his mind still on the week before. He struggled to wrap his mind around the fact that Braidon was no longer living with them in the Abbey. He was instead living in the…
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 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 9
By David C. Daoust Ancient Llewelynn was far different than the duchy palatine it would later become. The natives of these ancient lands were simple ‘hunter/gatherers,’ led by Druids of religions long lost to the world of men. Yet, the…
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…