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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…
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