Chapter 4 (RE-Revised)Gravel crunched beneath Tymr’s boots as he followed the trail of broken tree limbs. He cursed and sheathed his sword; tonight was an imitable disaster. If he broke the thief’s neck there would be five bodies to deal with when there ought to have been none. Moving aside the branches, he reached down and retrieved the coveted scroll case still clutched in the criminal’s hand.Chapter 4 (RE-Revised) by PHarold
He frowned;something was amiss. “What have we here?”
By the light of the small lantern, he clearly saw the young man's face. His jawline looked slightly angular and the bone structure of his cheeks and nose seemed quite fine. Even though they were closed, Tymr observed the cant of his eyes. He pulled aside the hood; the fellow’s ears, while small as a human’s, were pointed.
“Well, jackrabbit,” he mused, “someone is going to be very interested in meeting you.” Seizing his arm, Tymr dragged the felon to where the fallen elf lay. Then he quickly went abo
Drow Attack“Those clouds certainly don’t bode well,” grumbled Tymr.Drow Attack by PHarold
Martin glanced at the sky; ominous, charcoal coloured masses swallowed the remaining sunlight. Trying to be optimistic, he said, “Maybe the rain will hold off.”
“I doubt it.” Tymr shook his head. “The rains here are heavy and flooding is common. We may be delayed.”
The flat terrain gave way to hilly ground that needed to be crossed partially on foot. Tymr guided their mounts, which gave Martin the task leading the packhorse. While being a surefooted beast, the animal experienced moments of stubbornness and at times Martin needed to stop altogether. When verbal encouragement didn’t work, he resorted to a gentle thought command. Grudgingly, the horse replied.
“I’ll wager you’ve never had to work this hard with animals at the circus.” Tymr said over his shoulder.
Martin admitted he was gaining an appreciation for what Bren did every day back at the a
Of Lies and Legacies Chapter 3 (Revised)Kaolin grabbed Martin’s arm as he headed backstage. “Now I know you're overworked. You're imagining things.”Of Lies and Legacies Chapter 3 (Revised) by PHarold
“Say what you want but they were there. Sure as I'm talking to you,” Annoyed, Martin pulled away; the event was strange enough without having his closest friend doubt him.
Both moved aside as a flock of dancers hurried past. “Keep your voice down,” Kaolin whispered. “Gods, Martin, you’re worrying me. You still have the banquine and that’s the worst place to have your concentration broken.”
Before Martin could answer, a burly young man named Jace stopped in front of them on his way back out to the tents. He looked grave and the first thing that entered Martin’s mind was the black clad intruders had harmed someone.
“Kaolin, Martin.” He nodded in greeting. “There’s bad news.”
“Tanner collided with someone in the back tents.”