The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 9
With heavy footsteps, Kirtok moved toward the rotted pile of wood that had at one point been his childhood home. He moved unsteadily on shaking legs, as though intoxicated. His hands hung at his sides, his fists clenching and relaxing repeatedly as he...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 10: Escaping the Meadows
Jinn looked upwards and could see the faint red orb from Dougal's flare as it ascended into the sky before disappearing. He came to a halt, his paw pads fighting for purchase on the wet, slick ground. It had been the retreat signal, but it also meant...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 7
Chapter 7 - Reunion with the Wolves The roar of the gathered crowd was deafening as Kirtok scrambled to fill all his orders. He never imagined such a small town would support a thriving tavern, but between people traveling along the trade roads and...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 9: The Roygan Mansion
"So, tell me again why we're doing this after all we've been through the last few days?" Jinn asked in a harsh whisper as he and the other three members of the guild clung to the shadows between two buildings. Petrus looked worriedly at Albert....
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 5
Winter melted away into a warmer than normal spring. The mild days were a welcome relief from the unseasonably warm weather. Kirtok always counted his blessings that he'd been born a minotaur. He had no thick pelt of fur to cook under, and his hide was...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 7: Returning Home
Dougal fell asleep almost immediately after Maika was finished tending to his wounds. He was surprised how drained he felt, but between all the running and everything else that had happened that day, he knew he shouldn't have been. It didn't take long...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 4
Kirtok's return to the Last Hill Inn was met with no great ceremony as he limped into the building and headed downstairs. Grasping the door handle at the bottom of the steps, the minotaur pushed his way into the basement. Conor was already going over...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 6: The Priest from Xenaria
_ **Wake up you moron!** _ Dougal breathed sharply, gasping for air as he came back to his senses. Pain flared from his back as he tried to breath. Everything was terrifyingly silent, save for the odd, solitary chirping of a nearby bird. His back...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 3
After two days of riding in the back of a wagon, Kirtok arrived in a town called Mullead with the merchant caravan he was protecting. The town was situated a league away from an abandoned keep called Last Stand that had survived to this day since the...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 5: The Chase
Chapter 6 Beneath the earth, hidden away from prying eyes, was a wrought iron door. A locking mechanism kept the inside safe from intrusion, and blocked all light and sound from the other side. It's surface was tarnished and had specks of rust...
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 2
Freezing winds and blowing snow were the last things that Kirtok wanted to deal with as he trudged through the snowdrifts towards Swifthaven. It was far too cold for a night so close to the spring thaw, and his eyes stung from the blinding snow. His...
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 4: The Guild
**Chapter 4 - Dougal's Guild** Astor was fuming by the time the city militia left. He slammed the door far harder than was necessary, making his two guards jump. "Damned Mithril Blades are finally gone," Astor grumbled as he stomped back towards...