Author: Tom Elliot

Day Seven. Mid-Morning. A few minutes later, I was back in the tunnels with a reluctant Saya in tow. On my way to fetch the gnome, the…

Day Seven. Mid-Morning. The three dead mages—Ishan was still locked inside his bubble—carried a treasure trove of equipment. Unfortunately, most of the gear was not suitable for…

Day Seven. Morning. Saya’s eyes rounded in shock at my sudden appearance. “It’s done?” she gasped. “It’s done,” I confirmed. “Or it’s begun,” I amended. Through my…

Day Seven. Morning. Temporarily setting aside the mystery of the gnome, I cast analyze upon the beast. The target is a level 198 green wyvern. I gulped….

Day Seven. Morning. It took me only a few minutes to position Saya and a little longer to explain what I intended. After that, I returned to…

Day Seven. Morning. Reaching the crevice opening, I looked back to see how the gnome was doing. Her face upturned, she stared at me fixedly. Giving Saya…

Day Seven. Morning. I followed Sulan with my gaze until she vanished entirely but didn’t immediately move on. Crouching down low, I examined the passage in both…

Day Seven. Morning. The crinkle of shattering pottery echoed loudly in the tunnel’s silence. Still hidden and poised on the balls of my feet, I waited. A…

Day Seven. Dawn. The rest of our journey was thankfully without incident, and when dawn broke on my seventh day in the sector, the jagged mountain cliffs…