Fantasy
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The air was heavy with silence as the survivors of the splintered expedition emerged from the mountain. Every step they took back to camp was a quiet tribute to the fallen—Sir Cedric Lightbringer, Zel Dorne, Fox-Eyes, Jorek, Evelyn… and the others. Some were carried. Others were only bags of belongings and broken gear, cradled in solemn arms.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The room fell silent again, save for the slow dripping of water and the fading whisper of the shadows retreating into the stone. The last spells flickered out around the exhausted united bands. Breaths were short, magic reserves gone.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The rusted spiral staircase groaned beneath the weight of the united group as they descended, torchlight flickering across the slick, fungus-lined walls of the flooded corridors below. The air was thick with moisture and the scent of rot. Sir Cedric Lightbringer led the way, his armor wet to the knees, Zel Dorne close at his side, silent and observant.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The campfire flickered low, casting long shadows across the worn faces of survivors and the wary eyes of the yet-untested. Tension hung in the air like morning mist before a storm. All had seen the devastation of pride. Few had seen a way forward—until now.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The stench of the slain ghast still lingered as the battered remnants of Group Seven climbed the short staircase, stepping out of bloodied water and into dry air once more. Before them stretched a long, torch-lit chamber—twenty feet wide, the far end swallowed by shadows. A door loomed at the northern wall beyond.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 2
Rain slashed against the lacquered eaves of the Roseward Gate as the trio passed beneath its snarling gryphon sigils, the storm offering no kindness for returning exiles or outlawed mages. Drevril’s capital, Arlavorn, breathed with veiled menace. Market stalls remained shuttered, their canvas draped like corpses. Crimson banners snapped on parapets above, but beneath them, the scent of burning ink and alchemical ash stained the wind. Something sacred had been disturbed.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Ember and the Crown - Part 1
The summons arrived with the quiet weight of a blade unsheathed in darkness. Wrapped in scarlet vellum and sealed with the sun-crowned crest of Drevril, the parchment exuded an unnatural warmth, like paper left too close to flame. The sigil binding it glimmered faintly with threads of memory-ink, a craftwork so precise that even Elira, standing several feet away in the shadowed inn loft, could feel the thrum of imitation power.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
My Neighbor’s Cat Thinks I’m Its Owner Now
It started with a meow. A single, innocent meow. At the time, I didn’t realize that meow was a legal contract in cat law, binding me for life to an arrangement I never agreed to. If I had, I might’ve shut my window, moved to another city, or learned how to meow back in a way that screamed, “Wrong house, furry overlord.”
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
The Day My Dog Became My Therapist
It all started on a Tuesday. Now, Tuesdays are usually uneventful. But this particular Tuesday, the universe decided to hit me with a whirlwind of chaos, confusion, and cold leftover lasagna. The morning started with me waking up to the sound of my alarm doing its best to imitate a dying robot. I slapped it into silence, stumbled out of bed, and stepped directly into something cold and squishy.
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
