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 that charged into danger to rescue a young girl. The Baron of Lyonsette Keep was…
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 him, the extra work that he had taken on. The boy confessed that he had…
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 native peoples were expunged of this druidic culture long before the Northlanders knew they were…
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 Khadory, absolutely, had the time to think about it. Nothing but time, really. The sun…