Author: Tom Elliot

Day Five. Afternoon. With ebonheart in one hand and the heavy leather satchel in the other, I hurried through the Tartan barracks, speaking to no one and…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. The tavern was packed, more crowded than I had ever seen it before. Standing in the doorway, I scanned the room from under my…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. The door to the chamber opened so quietly that I almost failed to hear it. My head jerked upwards to see the Howler shaman…

Day Five. Afternoon. “You did what?” Talon whispered, staring at me from only a few inches away. How had he moved so fast? The captain seemed unconcerned…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. Turning back towards the spider, I cast charm. It was the only thing I could think of trying. It was that—or flee. Strands of…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. The shaman’s hurried exit was part of the plan, of course. The fire was real, too, and would give Hyek deniability for what was…

Day Five. Early Morning. Two obvious choices lay before me: fulfill Mariga’s task or Talon’s. The druid wanted the Howlers forced into a bloody war with the…

Day Five. Early Morning. I waited ten minutes before exiting the tavern myself. It was not that I feared Forsyth and his gang, but I could do…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. Worca has cast summon giant stygian spider. My mouth dropped open in shock. Bloody hell, what now? Images of the spider Saben had transformed…

Day Five. Early Morning. “Excellent,” Mariga said, her body swaying in what I interpreted as pleasure. “Place your hand in mine, and I will form the Pact…