*Warning. If you don’t like descriptions of genitalia or sex or anything of that nature, please don’t read this story. This is a Patreon side story which isn’t chronologically linked to the same part in the plot as current chapters.* “You have not had sex yet. This is a bad thing, yes?” Erin paused […]
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2.14 G
April 16, 2017
Rags wondered if today was the day she would die. It seemed like she asked herself that question every day. But never did she wonder if she was being paranoid. Because someday she would die. The only question was: was it now? The young Goblin didn’t know. She only knew that if her death was […]
2.13
April 15, 2017
There were worse things to eat for breakfast than cold hamburger. That was what Erin told herself as she mechanically chewed and swallowed. For instance there were…rats. She could be eating rats. Or—or nothing. That was even worse to eat because it was nothing. Erin didn’t do well with cold mornings. She was like a […]
2.12
April 14, 2017
Because it was magic, they were able to talk to each other despite being far apart. Over four hundred miles separated the two, but to Lady Magnolia and Teriarch, their conversation felt as if they were sitting side by side. If he closed his eyes, Teriarch could imagine Magnolia sitting by him. Not the older, […]
2.11
April 13, 2017
It was all gone. All over. The Wandering Inn was finished. Erin stared at what had been her inn and saw the writing on the wall. Actually, she didn’t. Because there was no wall. Nearly half of her inn had been blown outwards by the explosion. Walls, floorboards—even parts of the roof had been shredded […]
2.10 T
April 12, 2017
“…know that I am the truth. Hear my words…obey…! Rise once more, from the darkness…!” Even now Toren heard the voice in the silence. But he’d forgotten the words. They called to him in the darkness of his soul, pulling him towards the south. But his feet could not move, and though he looked […]
2.09
When Erin woke up, it was so cold that it hurt. She was inside her inn when she opened her eyes and nearly screamed from the sudden pain of the cold. Not buried under snow, although that was her first thought. No; she and Pisces had been rescued and the snow melted yesterday. But she […]
2.08
April 9, 2017
I had at least eight blisters by the time I ran through the gates of Celum, nearly two days later. I blame myself, really. Running in ill-fitting boots is about the stupidest thing you can do to your feet—aside from running barefoot in the snow, that is. Yep. That’s me. Ryoka Griffin, not-so-barefoot Runner. You’d […]
2.07
April 4, 2017
Where do we go from here? That was probably the name of a song of some kind. That wasn’t too significant; everything was a song title in the end. But where did she and Erin go from now? After they’d saved Ceria (and Olesm) from the ruins? After they’d lost the others. Where did they […]
2.06 (Apr 1 version)
April 2, 2017
They sat together in the inn. Two girls, alike in gender and different in pretty much every other respect. Ryoka Griffin and Erin Solstice eyed each other over the smooth mahogany table. Silence hung in the air between them. Taut. Tense. It was finally time for them to talk. “Well. It seems we have a […]
2.05
March 28, 2017
For a second Ryoka’s heart stopped. The casual violence stunned her. But then her instincts and years of practice kicked in and she was raising her hands and moving away from Gazi. Across from her, Ryoka saw the huge Drake’s eyes narrow. Relc stared in shock at Zevara as she collapsed for one second, and […]
2.04
March 25, 2017
Ryoka closed her eyes and knew she was happy. It was such a rare feeling she savored it. Happy. Ceria was alive. One of them was alive. That the others were not— She could focus on that later. But one person remained. They weren’t all dead. She was saved. It was just a moment. And […]
2.03
March 22, 2017
It was an odd procession that walked down the empty halls of Liscor’s undead ruins. Not that the ruins were undead; rather, they were infested with the undead. In theory. No one had seen a corpse yet, living, undead, or just dead. But they were ready. Still, it was an odd group Ryoka found herself […]
2.02
March 18, 2017
“Who’s ‘they’?” “Pisces didn’t say. He only said that if Ceria was alive there could be others.” “And she’s alive?” “Yes! The message-spell-thingy said she needed help. She’s somewhere in the Ruins, down deep.” “And with Relc and Klbkch you think you can save them, right?” “Yeah!” “Forget it.” Erin paused. “…What?” Zevara held a […]
2.01
March 15, 2017
“Are we going the right way? I think we’re lost.” “Mm. Patience. This is the right direction.” “Are you sure, Krshia? I think we’re lost. All this grass looks the same to me.” “There is no road, Selys. We must trust we go the right way, yes? And my memory is not so poor.” “But […]
2.00
March 12, 2017
The inn was dark when the traveler first arrived. No – to begin with, she wasn’t really a traveler. She was a Runner, which was completely different. And she wasn’t lost. Neither had she decided to visit the inn out of a need for sleep or food or even a burning desire to use the […]
Interlude – The Call
March 7, 2017
[User Rose has joined the conversation.] [15 Users Connected] [Squirtle344] – Lol. Another one! [BlackMage] – Rose, welcome. Glad you made it. [batman] – SUP. [Rose] – Okaaaaaay. Magical floating screen. o.o [strider_479] – That was the last one in several minutes. Looks like most of us are here so do we want to […]
1.45
March 4, 2017
She ran back. Back, towards the city where her friends were. Perhaps they were her friends or maybe it was just a word. But they called to her. And so she ran. —- [Innkeeper Level 18!] [Skill – Immunity: Alcohol obtained!] [Skill – Quick Recovery obtained!] Erin didn’t know that she’d slept. […]
1.44
March 1, 2017
She knew when the first skeleton cut her that she was going to die. Erin stared down at the open skin on her arm and wondered if she could push the two red halves together. She raised the frying pan and hit the skeleton with all her strength. It fell down. Erin kicked it until […]
1.43
February 25, 2017
Why do the dead try to kill the living? Is it hatred? Do they seek to defile the living, to drag them into the same unending torment of their lives? Do they envy those who still draw breath? Or is it a greater mystery? Do the undead simply want others to join them, to add […]
1.42
February 22, 2017
Erin sat in her inn, staring at the table. She didn’t have anything better to do. Normally she served customers, chatted, or played chess, but she couldn’t today. They were all gone. Pawn had left for the city with the other Workers, promising to come back tomorrow. He—still couldn’t move right. But the other Workers […]
1.02 H
February 19, 2017
“What about this room?” “Empty.” Sostrom shook his head as he walked out of another dark room, his staff glowing. Calruz stomped out behind him, growling irately. Ceria tried not to scowl at her friend, but it was hard. “Not a thing?” “You can see for yourself.” Sostrom pointed into the dark room and shook […]
1.01 H
February 15, 2017
The dead charged out of the darkness in an unending tide of desiccated corpses. Their ruined flesh and glowing eyes in hollow sockets flickered in the torch and magelight. Zombies ran, crawled or shuffled in a wave of discolored skin, but they weren’t alone. More undead had appeared: skeletons that sprang at the nearest adventurers […]
1.00 H
February 12, 2017
On the day of the expedition all the members of the Horns of Hammerad woke and trooped downstairs to breakfast in silence. Erin, the cheerful innkeeper had provided breakfast—eggs and bacon. Ceria sat at one of the tables, blinking and poking at the wobbling yellow yolk of one of her poached eggs. She was still […]
1.41
February 7, 2017
“Fire! Put out the fire!” Of all the ways to wake up, hearing that shouted from below still beat being stabbed in the chest. But the Horns of Hammerad were still out of bed and racing downstairs within seconds of hearing it. A cloud of black smoke billowed out of the kitchen as Erin stumbled […]