Posted May 7, 2014
Hadvar “Whoa, girl,” Hadvar said calmly, coaxing his horse down the hill. “Don’t worry. We’ll be there soon.” She whinnied and shook her head, as if disgusted with the situation. Hadvar knew she didn't like being behind the cart—she seemed afraid that she would topple down the hill on...
Posted January 29, 2014
I was filled with cold anger, colder even than the mountains that we had crossed, as Bjorlam and I made our way through the pinewood forests of eastern High Rock. Ever since our feast on the bandits, I could not take my mind off of the Vigilants. They were the unfortunate souls trapped in the furnac...
Posted January 29, 2014
We left from Gorbzghazur and headed east across the Wrothgarian mountain chain, accompanied by Gluzra as our guide. I wasn’t happy about this. I found it unbearable being in her presence. My thirst for something more than mere animal blood grew more savage every day. I would catch the scent of her h...
Posted January 29, 2014
We were greeted at the gate by two Orc males—tall, covered in armor from head to toe, save their faces—and one female—about my height, with small teeth for an Orc. She resembled a Dunmer more than an Orc—her face strangely beautiful, with soft features and happy eyes, blue-gray like the sky right be...
Posted January 29, 2014
As it turned out, Bjorlam and I had much more in common than one would expect. His was a very sad tale—of loss, grief, and vengeance. The Vigilants had taken everything from him— destroyed his home, burned his fields, even murdering his wife and two young children. “They weren’t even werewolves,” he...