fantasy
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The Stone-Scribe’s Pilgrimage
Aldwin Quillheart pressed his palm against the warm granite wall of the Great Archive, feeling the subtle vibration that traveled through living stone as Grandfather Ironheart continued his eternal migration across the wind-swept plains of Nomados. The mountain’s heartbeat thrummed through his fingers—ancient, patient, steady as geological time itself—while three hundred feet beneath his boots, Continue reading
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The Price of Glory
Devon Blackhand pressed his weathered shoulders against the cold brick wall of Merchant’s Alley, watching the morning mist curl between the narrow buildings of Millhaven like ghostly fingers seeking purchase on stone and mortar. At fifty-seven, his once-powerful frame had settled into the comfortable thickness of middle age, though his sword arm remained steady and Continue reading
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A Carnivore’s Pilgrimage
What are your favorite types of foods? Grash Ironbelly leaned back in his chair at the Wanderer’s Rest, the sturdy oak creaking under his considerable weight. His companion, a curious halfling scholar named Pippin Quillfeather, sat across from him with parchment and quill at the ready, amber eyes bright with academic fervor. “You truly wish Continue reading
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The First Step
How often do you walk or run? Jarik Millwright pressed his back against the cool stone wall of the Brass Griffin tavern, watching the legendary Thornwood Company celebrate their return from the Whispering Depths. Their laughter rang through the evening air like music, punctuated by the clink of tankards and the rhythmic thump of Kael Continue reading
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What’s your favorite word?Words and Firelight Theron Goldvoice settled into the curved alcove of the Singing Swan’s upper gallery, his weathered fingers tracing the smooth grain of his ironwood harp. Below, the tavern hummed with its usual evening symphony—merchants haggling over the last dregs of wine, traveling performers tuning their instruments, and in the far Continue reading
Chadwick Rye 