By David C. Daoust Young and old, villagers’ days were wrought with work; marching through fields, hauling water. Such chores made them strong. While this made up most of their day, even the children of such villages were not without some form of combat training. In fact, most of their time, outside of chores, was…

By David C. Daoust The Island Nations of Vitrucia, by and large, were considered the nemesis of the lands; of the church, of all the noble houses that ruled the Tetrarchy. While, currently, the Vitrucians’ followed a prophet, one that could in no way be accepted as a follower of the one God, nor recognized…

By David C. Daoust Chut was dumbstruck. The old women were just milling around, all the while the doggie was barking endlessly at the hole in the ground. He felt like he knew where the pups head was at, but the old women, they just, were not paying attention. He supposed it was a pretty…

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….