During their time on the road, Vanlan struggled with even the simplest tasks. The act of setting up camp was generally delegated equally, but whether on the basis of his standing as the only noble or as a correlation of his injuries, Vanlan was mostly left to himself. To evade perpetual boredom...
Vanlan continued to push one step at a time, as Tahlia had instructed. His stride was slow to return, but it got better as he practised. However, he felt the strain of each step was thrice of what it once was. He quickly found himself short of breath and opted to yield to that indulgent voice...
Vanlan didn't press for further answers regarding his injuries or what had caused them. Her answer had failed to calm his anxiety, only sowing the seeds of further guilt at having nearly gotten himself killed.
He gave her an uncertain look at her apparent concern for his well-being as if...
Healing magic was rare. So rare that in his years as a seasoned warrior and traveller, Grimmwald had only encountered it once before. To call it healing compared to what Tahlia had accomplished was a laughable offence. The power she had was what one might expect from an Ascended, not a human...
The greatsword-wielding ogre wore a frightening smile, brandishing pointed yellow teeth. It laughed as Vanlan thunked against the tree and it laughed again when it saw him cough up blood. As he lost consciousness, the ogre turned to face Grimmwald. Fearless in the face of his next opponent...
Between Grimmwald and Vanlan, most would make the assumption that the snooty, entitled young man that had no reservations about letting his complaints be heard would be vocal in his aversion to the rain, but it was not so. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The usually jovial and light-hearted...
Grimmwald gave an encouraging grin as Cassius stepped up to tell his tale while Vanlan played his part of an uninterested nobleman too important for the tales of the lowborn, but following the previous story, Cassius had earned his attention just as much as Grimmwalds, if not more so.
The story...
The chunk of bacon sizzled nicely, shrivelling slightly as the fat oozed out and coated the pan. The smell was heavenly. Grimmwald left the pan and fetched a few mushrooms, tossing them in with the bacon. He tossed it all a few times, allowing the pork fat to generously coat the mushrooms...
Vanlan rose from his bow and stood straight, his intense gaze boring expectantly into Tahlia for a few brief moments as he waited for his gesture to be returned. Instead, there was laughter, and not from the noblewoman. Vanlan's brows furrowed beneath his cowl and his gaze turned to the woman's...
Grimmwald gave a short nod and a polite smile at their introductions, seemingly oblivious to their reaction to his unique hand. His gaze followed that of Cassius to the wagon that housed those willing to pay for keeping their feet off the ground. Grimmwald came to the conclusion that Cassius was...
Finally, after a couple of arduous months on the road - well, perhaps not so arduous for Vanlan, given that he had hardly spent even a day's worth of time on his feet throughout their journey. Regardless, Vanlan was glad to let loose for an evening, and let loose he did. He found himself at an...
A man sat on the edge of a water fountain, his appearance mostly concealed beneath a hooded, tan cloak. His hand was half-submerged in the clear fountain water. His mind focused on the sound of flowing water, drowning out the noises of the bustling town square. His name - for the time being, was...
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