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This is what she heard in the silence of the night.   [Tactician Level 16!]   [Conditions Met: Leader → Chieftain Class!] [Chieftain Level 15!] [Class Consolidation: Scavenger removed.] [Class Consolidation: Tinkerer removed.] [Skill – Tribe: Fleet Foot obtained!] [Skill – Lesser Tinkering obtained!]   It was like thunder in her mind. The words thundered in […]

Some days Erin woke up with a smile on her face. She yawned, sat up, and felt the quiet of the morning wash over her. It wasn’t like how she lived back on Earth, back home. There Erin needed alarm clocks to get up, and the instant she was awake she had a phone to […]

The mountain was silent when Garen found Tremborag. The Hobgoblin had to pass by patrols of warriors who moved in grim silence, weapons drawn and ready for a fight. But their attentiveness was in vain. The battle was long over. It had been over before Garen had been awoken, and what he was seeing now […]

Sometimes, in the silence of her own mind, Rags knew why her kind was so despised across the world. Privately, she could acknowledge the bitter truth. Goblins were weak. They didn’t level as much as other races—because they were cowards, too. They lived hand-to-mouth, eating their own dead, fighting each other over scraps. The strongest […]

When she woke up, it was like any ordinary day. But Mrsha knew it was special because she could smell the crepes. She liked crepes. They were hot and chewy, and sometimes burned when Lyonette made them. Other times they were still runny, but they were always good because they came with honey. The small […]

When he was young, he had always dreamed of walking among other races. But now all he dreamed about was death and fire. The Goblin King burned city after city to the ground, damning the screaming inhabitants by death and fire. Across the ocean, his Goblin Lords led similar crusades, pillaging, slaughtering. There was only […]

That night, Erin had a nightmare. It started, as nightmares sometimes do, happily. Erin was dreaming she was back in her inn, with Mrsha and Selys and even Lyonette. She was watching Ryoka put on a play of Hamlet and chasing Lyonette around with a sword, trying to kill her because she was a [Princess]. […]

When the Horns of Hammerad left the city of Remendia, it was, predictably, to a huge fanfare and celebration by the crowds lining the street. At this point, the four adventurers so highly lauded were well and truly sick of the entire affair. “It’s not even as if there’s anything to cheer about. We’re leaving.” […]

When Lyonette woke up in her bed and felt the winter daylight on her face, she smiled up at the ceiling, so widely she thought her lips would break. She’d gained two classes. Two. And she’d leveled up! Part of Lyon had been afraid that it was all a dream. But the voice in her […]

Sometimes it bothered him, the way others treated his kind. Pawn knew there was history behind the stares and frightened looks. And he understood that the Antinium looked…different, even from other species. But even so, it hurt a bit. And Selys knew him! She was hardly a stranger to the Antinium. Was there really that […]

Pawn stared at the ranks of Soldiers under his command and realized that he’d made a mistake. Somewhere. He’d definitely made one a while back, when he’d brought the idea of Gods into the Hive of the Free Antinium in Liscor. That had been a mistake—or at least, telling the Soldiers had been. Hadn’t it? […]

This is the story of a monster. She knew she was a monster. She’d eaten people. Her own kind, rotting, crawling with insects and maggots and decay. She’d done it to survive. But the cost had been almost too much to bear. More than once, the young woman who’d once had a name wished she […]

Esthelm. City of the damned and dead. That was how it felt sometimes. Of course, there were thousands of people still living inside of it, but for many, their miserable, desperate existence was just a prelude to death and worse. Their home was in ruins, and their city was slowly filling with the undead. It […]

This is a story of a skeleton. His name was Toren, and it was the one thing he had never questioned about himself. Erin had given him that name, and that at least he was grateful to her for. But in the place he walked, no one would know his name. In fact, they wouldn’t […]

This is the story of a skeleton named Toren. He lay on his back, staring at the grey sky. He was a skeleton. This fact was readily apparent to him and anyone who saw him. He was a skeleton. And he was free. That was all Toren knew. All he understood, really. There had been […]

She wished she had an iPod. That’s what Erin thought when she woke up in her small bed on the second floor of Miss Agnes’ inn. It was probably because she’d made the mistake of thinking about home yesterday. Ryoka had her iPhone. She’d kept it even though she’d gone to a whole new world. […]

Erin Solstice carefully flipped a fish on the frying pan she was holding over the fire. She watched the one golden-brown side of the fish turn over and land neatly on the oily surface of the pan. Instantly, the uncooked side began to sizzle. “Mm. Fish.” That was all she said for a while. There […]

I think I have a concussion. The world is spinning and I want to puke. Then again, maybe that’s just how being thrown across a room by an explosion always feels. I don’t know. I haven’t had much experience with that up until now. And I hope it never happens again. “Ah.” I try to […]

Maybe it’s the wine talking, but I don’t think Reynold the [Butler]’s such a bad guy. I mean, sure, he’s a bit uptight and he’s in the employ of a woman who might soon kill or torture me, but Reynold? He’s got class. It’s probably the alcohol. But in my defense, I’ve downed over half […]

What do I do? I’m no hero. I’m not even qualified to be a police officer, doctor, an emergency worker, or any job that requires sight. And I’ve never been trained. I have no idea what to do. So panic grips me as I stumble across the snowy ground, knees still shaking from the avalanche. […]

Day 31   I wake up when I hear the crying. It isn’t Durene. She sleeps beside me, or rather, slightly apart from me on the floor of her cottage. Even though we’re close, we sleep a bit apart. Durene sometimes rolls over in her sleep, and I have no desire to be squished like […]

Yvlon Byres knew the answer before they said it. She was not a silver-tongued socialite, but she had learned to read people’s eyes as a child. She had learned to dance with words before she had picked up a sword. Of course, she’d left that world behind to become an adventurer, but some things never […]

Ryoka Griffin stood on the top of a snow-covered hill, facing the wind. Her arms were spread out, and she raised her head as the cold winter winds blew around her. The snow-flecked breeze tugged at her light clothing, a shirt and loose leggings, wholly inappropriate for the season. But the young woman paid no […]

She woke up quietly, without screaming. Ceria opened her eyes and sat up. She was in pain, but she didn’t cry out. She just took a deep, wavering breath in the silence of the pit and knew she was alive. Her skin felt burnt. Not just burnt; damaged. The heat from above had cooked her […]

“We are fragments of the past, Ceria Springwalker. That is all we are.” Ceria sat on her great-grandmother’s lap and looked up. The small cottage was covered in hanging herbs, braids of garlic—every time she breathed in, a myriad of spices tickled her nose. She sneezed, and her great-grandmother sighed. “No one has told you […]