Fantasy
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
Shadows Over Soravin - Part 5
The once-proud ruin, hollowed halls of learning and vaults of buried arcanum, lay under a bruised sky. Ash still curled from fissures where forgotten magic had been disturbed, and the rain that fell was thick, laced with the taint of alchemical run-off, slicking the blackened stones and whispering like dying words into the cracks. The vault was gone. Collapsed. But its echoes still throbbed in the bones of the city.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Group Three had seen death before—but not like this. The corridor led them up a dry flight of stairs, the first they'd encountered since entering White Plume Mountain. Their boots, soaked and reeking of swamp water, left no wet prints here. For a moment, they hoped this meant relief.
By W.S. Klass8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows Over Soravin - Part 4
The descent felt like stepping into the marrow of a buried god. No light guided them, only memory. Thin lines of crystalline veinwork pulsed faintly along the vault walls, casting a sickly indigo shimmer over the steps. With every touch of a boot to stone, fragmented echoes burst outward, moments frozen in time, hazy and sharp in equal measure. Vaelin saw a gloved hand dripping with someone else’s blood. Elira glimpsed a page torn from a sigil codex, set aflame before the eyes of a weeping child. And Tovik… Tovik flinched at a laugh that sounded too much like his own, coming from a voice behind a mask.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
