Writing Archives - Page 21 of 31 - The Wandering Inn

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October 23, 2018

They flooded into the mountain wearing black armor. Black, like bugs. Garen had heard of the Antinium, a race of insects. He imagined they must be like the Goblin Lord’s army—a vast, ravenous host without fear or thought. But the Goblins that besieged Tremborag’s fortress weren’t insects. They were people. For all they were monsters […]

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October 20, 2018

In Liscor, Wall Lord Ilvriss stood at a table with Olesm, Watch Captain Zevara, and Wing Commander Embria. He had sheaves of reports on the Antinium spread out in front of him and he was talking into his personal scrying orb. At the same time, Olesm was furiously sorting through pieces of parchment while Watch […]

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October 16, 2018

It was passing strange. A curious phenomenon. An odd thing. Headscratcher couldn’t describe it. He had been a warrior for six years, a Goblin’s lifetime. He had fought monsters far more terrible with his tribe, survived adventurer attacks and climbed the treacherous High Passes all his life. He had faced down great challenges with his […]

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October 13, 2018

Erin stood in her wrecked inn and looked around. Broken chairs, upended tables, spilled drinks and food marked what had been a very nice setup. She stared aimlessly at a chair lying on the ground with only one remaining leg and then spotted an unconscious Drake lying behind it. She stared around at the comatose […]

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October 9, 2018

There were about two hundred varieties of fish in the waters outside of her inn. Erin had been told at least a quarter of them were objectionable in some way, so she stared hard at the dead Quillfish’s insides. “It doesn’t look poisonous. And my [Dangersense] isn’t going off. My [Advanced Cooking] says I can […]

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October 6, 2018

In the depths of the Hive, Pawn heard her approach. Her footsteps were soft and she walked slowly. He didn’t move. Pawn was curled up into a ball as if he were sleeping. Only, he wasn’t. He was just like this now. The curl wasn’t just physical, it was in his heart. He’d hurt Lyonette. […]

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October 2, 2018

“And so we pray. Not for a god, not because we are chosen or beloved. We are alone.” The mass of heads bowed before Pawn. He stood at the small earthen dais at the back of the room. It was nothing more than packed earth. Pawn held a censer in his hands. It was not […]

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September 29, 2018

She dreamed of thrones, of bickering voices and tall, frail men and women perched like harpies on towering seats built of tarnished, stained gold. Lyonette saw a court full of people whose faces were masks and whose smiles were as sweet as poison, mingling around the thrones. She walked among them and found herself standing […]

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September 22, 2018

Lady Bethal stared at the Goblins as the night tore itself to pieces. Screams and drumming horse beats broke the silence in the distance. War horns blew, shattering the calm, making her heart pound every time one blared. But she didn’t move. She held her position on her horse, soothing it. Her poor mare was […]

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September 18, 2018

He sat in the dark house, waiting. His breathing was slow, deliberate. His heart beat a touch faster than necessary, but that was all. Everything he had put in motion was coming together and his role was almost exclusively that of a watcher. He had only one task to play. Still, he was angry. Laken […]

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September 15, 2018

Day 98   “Trebuchet is ready!” “All clear?” “…All clear!” “Right! Three, two, one—” Rael saw the wooden beam rise into the air and stop. Behind it, a long sling of rope curved up behind it, and the young man saw a large stone fly out of the sling. It was such a smooth, casual […]

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September 11, 2018

What did they think when they looked at her? Did they see just another Human, another enemy? Did they judge her by her comments, the way she refused to so much as look at her captors or touch anything they handed her? Did they hear the revulsion in her tone and care? Did they even […]

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September 8, 2018

He is coming. He is nearly here. He is coming. He calls. He is a Lord and he calls your name. Garen— The Goblin awoke. He lay and stared up at the dark stone ceiling overhead for a second, and then rolled out of his bed. The rough, woven mattress barely bothered his thick skin. […]

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September 4, 2018

“What’s it like, being a [General], Uncle Zel?” “A general? Hm. That’s a difficult question. Why, are you planning on becoming a [General] instead of a Named Adventurer, Selys?” “No…I don’t want to join the army. Grandma hates them. I do too. Every time they come home they cause trouble. They tried to kill some […]

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September 1, 2018

“Me?” Selys stood in a dark room. A flame in an oil lamp gave it light, but it was too dark. A black casket lay on the long hardwood table in the center of the room. It seemed to absorb what little light there was. Outside the rain fell, turning everything dark and obscuring the […]

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“Uncle?” The Drake was dozing, or just daydreaming absentmindedly. He looked up, startled, and then smiled. “Selys! I was wondering when I’d see my favorite niece.” “Your favorite one? What about all the others ones you have?” Selys Shivertail smiled a bit as she walked over to the table, passing by a white Gnoll cub […]

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August 28, 2018

His name was Tyrion Veltras. And to some he was a legend. To some he embodied the pride of Izril. He was a hero in that sense; the scion to the Veltras family, a military expert who commanded one of the most powerful private armies on the continent. He had defended Izril from every threat […]

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August 25, 2018

The door slammed shut. The Wandering Inn fell silent, and every eye turned towards the five Hobgoblins sitting in a corner. They sat still, glancing around, aware that every eye was on them. The room was tense. It wasn’t as though Embria Grasstongue had been the one anti-Goblin person in the room. Ilvriss hadn’t so […]

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August 21, 2018

The next day, Erin closed up her inn just after dawn. She waved farewell to the Players of Celum who’d done two performances, and let the Soldiers march through to their Hive or to resume their watch from the battlements. The last of her guests she said farewell to were Relc and Klbkch. The two […]

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August 18, 2018

The rain fell. The pounding drops soaked into the already saturated soil of Liscor, pooling into lakes and ponds in the valleys, relentless. The rains covered the grass and chased the living indoors. And brought the waterlogged corpses of the Face-Eater Moths to the surface. From the walls of Liscor, the Floodplains could be seen […]

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August 14, 2018

“What a pathetic little province. Aunt, are you sure an [Emperor] lives here of all places?” Lord Rael of Veniford twisted in his saddle to speak to the older lady riding next to him. He stared down the dirt road, at the shabby signpost at the crossroads and the distant houses in the distance. He […]

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August 11, 2018

“Ressa, how do you suppose an evil tyrant laughs?” “I have no idea, milady.” Magnolia frowned mildly as she sat on her pink couch, nibbling at a jam tart. “It’s just that I’d like to be as authentic as possible. If I’m truly a—what did that girl call me? A ‘cold-hearted tyrannical bitch’, I might […]

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August 7, 2018

I dreamed I was sleeping in my bed, with worried voices speaking loudly overhead. I couldn’t tell who had trespassed here, only that they had come in secret and stood around me, speaking anxiously and quickly. As I was dreaming I missed most of what was said, but I knew it was important. I tried […]

Interlude – Flos

August 4, 2018

(Volume 1 of The Wandering Inn is now on sale as an e-book on Amazon! Please read this short message about the book!)   “—And it looks like the rain has truly broken the spirit of the Face-Eater Moths. What a dramatic end! A simple climate change spell has reversed the entire battle and indeed, […]

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July 31, 2018

(Volume 1 of The Wandering Inn is now on sale as an e-book on Amazon! Please read this short message about the book!)   They were coming. They were already here. The Face-Eater Moths flew and crawled across the Floodplains of Liscor, chittering. There were so many that Erin couldn’t see the sky. Already they […]