SoT:Firesong Part 27 – Calling Card

Ken’s furious expression melted away as soon as the dining hall doors closed behind him. The other paladins were waiting for him in the corridor.

“Two days.” Rett snickered as they started down the hall. “They lasted that long? If I recall, we didn’t make it one day.”

“Six hours,” Ken replied. “… almost. But we were younger than they are. They should have more self-control.” Continue reading

Sot:Firesong Part 17 – Entwined (Part 3)

“Lochfa?” Tassark laughed. “This is the best the Sprytath could send?” The lochfa were a ceremonial guard — a token force at best. Farmers clearing new land saw more combat dealing with durgee warrens than the lochfa saw in their temple duties. He looked to his own guards and smirked. “Try not to damage them too much. We could use more hands to pull weeds.” Continue reading

SoT:Firesong Part 16 – Entwined (Part 2)

Lush, untamed fields gently sloped to a pristine lake where sunlight shimmered on crystalline water. Thick groves of lunalist trees grew at the edges of the field, their leaves stirred in the breeze and filled the air with the scent of vanilla and clove. Beyond the trees, steep hills defined the lake basin, rising to taller cliffs and a waterfall at the far end of the lake. It was no wonder the Advisors ordered a new lodge built here. Standing at the water’s edge, Tassark took a moment to admire the beauty of the area before turning back to his duties. Continue reading

SoT:Firesong Part 15 – Entwined (Part 1)

Caelynn and Lincon bid everyone good night and watched as the others returned to their partitioned ‘homes’ lining the edges of the cafeteria. It had been tempting to let each family claim a classroom for themselves, but they all knew their stay in the school would be short-lived. There was too great a risk someone would be left behind if they were spread out. Continue reading

SoT:Firesong Part 12 – Puffball Assignment

“Tell me again what we are doing out here, sir?” The driver steered the van through the opening in the barricade and parked to the side near the local guardian vehicles.

Jason smirked. “Well, I’m here to observe and be on-hand should the locals request Dawn’s Light input. Sergeant Tibbs,” he tipped his head towards the man in the back of the van, “is here in case we need any tech support. And I imagine you, Chief, are here to keep an eye on the brand new baby Commander and make sure I don’t screw things up too much.” Continue reading