the grand game

Three minutes. That was how much time I decided I would spend outside the safe zone on each foray. Wrapping one end of my makeshift rope around…

Day Thirteen in Draven’s Reach It did not take the harbinger long to wander off. I guess watching me stare off into space wasn’t much fun. After…

Day Twelve in Draven’s Reach I couldn’t believe it. I had been found out. My mind turning frantic circles, I tried to work out what was going…

“Prime?” Ghost asked, her mindvoice quivering with anxiety that echoed my own. I had become careless, I realized, despite my steadfast resolution not to be and had…

I took off at a run, needing to buy a few seconds to spin psi. The harbinger adjusted his course the moment I did. He wasn’t slowing…

Ghost’s words hit me hard, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, tasting defeat like ash in my mouth. Stone has cast revealing light. Light blossomed…

It was difficult to imagine how I would escape this time. In fact, I was almost certain I wouldn’t, and of its own accord, my mind wandered…

I waited a long ten minutes before risking mindspeech again. “Are they gone?” “Castor is,” Ghost replied. “Some of the others are still poking around.” “Alright, tell…

Day Eight in Draven’s Reach Ghost and I picked off the crawlers one at a time. Using charm, I bespelled a single stygian and lured it away…