There were five of us that day. Six, if you included the inquisitor. Why so few? Well… The inquisitor in question, an overzealous and pompous old fool called Lord Berenk, came crawling and mewling to our Order like a scorned child asking for our help. He planned to take a hand-picked force of mercenaries to seek out and destroy the lich Ikelthor, thus earning him royalties and favour amongst his peers. At first, the Wolfmother laughed in his face and turned him away, but he snivelling wretch called forth an ancient oath our Order had sworn to the land a millenia ago, wherein any supernatural threat to the people would be met with generous donations of warriors to assist the Lord who would seek out and extinguish this threat. Loopholes. Always loopholes with humans. Begrudgingly, the Wolfmother honoured the agreement, summoning the entire clan and assigning the largest of the packs to aid him, but he turned them away with a gesture not seen out of royal society. The arrogance of this
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Humans Make (us) Such Easy Prey
Another one.
Valdez had passed another of his rangers, this time sat slumped against a moss-covered rock. A single arrow protruded from the young elf’s chest. A single, quaint crimson stain discoloured his green tunic, and his beneath his hood his pale features were still. A single tear ran down Valdez’ stern features as he closed the dead elfs eyes. This slain ranger was a close friend of his,
“It has taken another of our brothers?” a soft voice asked behind him. He looked over his shoulder at the lithe form of Elana, a senior woodland ranger and personal advisor to the clan elder. Her own bow, a beautifully sculpte
PART ONE
By order of Lord Hervis Daubeny, I hereby dispatch Sir Muldumarec to the outlying town of King’s Bridge to investigate the town’s disagreement to pay Six monthly tithes and taxes to Lord Daubeny. Upon collection of the owed taxes, you are to continue alongside Sir Niks and Lady Lysandera to quell rumours of possible criminal activity and, if needed, deal with the situation with fire and sword. Upon return to Lord Hervis Daubeny, you are to pay the owed taxes and report with news of the campaign.
Signed,
Lord Hervis Daubeny.
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Muldumarec sat with his face i
"Let's go, Mr B!"
My, my, what a sweet voice. Like a melody to my ears.
I follow the trail of the voice, which echoed through out the corridors of Rapture.
I see a small girl, pale in the flesh and dressed in a dirtied pink dress, but her eyes.
Oh, those wonderful, luminous yellow eyes.
"Mr B, let's go! The Angels can't wait for us!" her angelic little voice teases as she takes my finger and leads me through the dark, damp back alleys of Rapture in search of... well, whatever that red liquid is. I look out at the submerged city, and take note of the tranquility beneath the waves.
Wait, who's that?
I see a large, ugly, diving-suited mon