Ulfgar groaned as he leaned back against the lamp-post, wiping his nose with a square of folded linen, heavily stained a brilliant crimson with his blood. It appeared that the bleeding was finally going to stop. His knuckles stung as they brushed against the stiff hair of his beard and he hissed in annoyance, shaking [...]
King Dane Rathburne, the lightbringer, sixth of his line and ruler of Hithlinde, was gardening. A kind-looking man in his early thirties with a long, straight nose and brown, braided hair currently looped upon itself and tucked beneath a cloth cap. Colorful beads and shining coins were woven into his elegant braid, glinting in the [...]
"Now then Ruda Ginsey." Alistair said in the Thira's soft voice. "You and I need to have a talk." He grinned. He loved his job.
There was no sound this far into the forest. It was an unhealthy silence; an oppressive silence. No birds called, no squirrels chattered. Stillness was the law here.
Alexander James 