The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

Continued from §.12. Volfsige could not believe his eyes, for standing before him, in the litter-strewn alley that let out to the smokestacked north, was, against all reason, Oeric Adair, who only minutes prior, had stood in the market square, surrounded by gambesoned mercenaries. Adair had exchanged the stately clothes and short-brimmed cap for the… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

Continued from §.11. Serlo poured himself a tumbler of scotch as his father ambled into the drawing room of Wealdmar Estate, mahogany cane clacking violently off the decorative and newly-swept marble floor. "How is our dear Cerelia?" Grædig Wealdmaer inquired with scant concealed venom, taking a seat upon the leather armchair opposite his son, who… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

The Dauntless Rook (§.11)

Continued from §.10 "Mr. Dren! I say; Mr. Dren!" Oeric lowered the silver bracelet he was considering purchasing for Cerelia and turned from the market stall to behold a garishly dressed man of considerable girth with a spruce mustache glaring at him. Oeric at first thought the man was speaking to someone behind him and… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.11)

The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

Continued from §.06. Luned Fey leaned back in the old wicker chair she'd stolen four weeks ago, lowering the paper to behold a lithe, pale man, garbed in a corvine coat, who sat across the charred table. He settled down into the chair and poured some of the coffee Fey had freshly brewed looking impossibly… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

The Dauntless Rook (§.02)

Continued from §.01. * "Ah, we arrive at last!" Aldwyn Blythe declared with triumph as the four aristocrats reached the first floor lobby of Mazrak's Grand Theatre, which hummed with conversations and the busy footsteps of its numerous and well-heeled patrons. Oeric wasted no time in greeting the elderly clerk who stood behind a stout… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.02)

The Dauntless Rook (§.01)

The aristocratic coterie padded the twisting rain-slick cobblestones of Ersentwyer, nattering beneath gaudy paper parasols as disjointed crowds of performers, merchants, day laborers and vagrants moved about them like minnows round the smooth-hewn rocks of a rambunctious stream. "Now I've a proper clarity of thy fresh attire," Aldwyn Blythe declared, taking in Oeric Adair's onyx… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.01)

The Silence & The Howl (§.29)

continued from chapter 28 CHAPTER 29 "Mr. La'Far, I wanted to thank you. For putting me up like this. Especially on such short notice. Means a lot to me." "Was the least I could do." "No, it wasn't." "I was trying to be modest. Besides, extenuating circumstances... its a shame what happened." Harmon said nothing… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.29)