By David C. Daoust Chantilles breathed a sigh of relief once the pacing ‘Dark elf’ finally turned and left the room. She was pretty sure the moody elfess had been waiting for Chantilles burns to fully heal. Where she’d slipped off to now, was beyond her. Chantilles was feeling fully healed, full of energy really….
It’s Halloween! For any new readers, we tend to put all the normal stories on hold for our annual look into the lives of Fiona Hart and/or the Cursed Man. For fun. Starting at the beginning may or may not be helpful (At this point who’s to say). Enjoy, DD Early morning in the city….
By David C. Daoust The long-lived races, said to be the first intelligent life, consisted of both the dwarven descendants of giants, the Baeldryn; and the wild-spirits made mortal, known as the Faedaris. Both would come to be known as the Ancients. Who was first, was ever a point of contention. Needless to say, both…
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 creature began to shift, unnaturally, the chanting was all Khadory could hear. The cowering ghoul…