Khy'eras

Malcolm strode towards the longhouse with the purposeful steps of a man whose soul sought rest and reward for days of brutal work. The tired thud of his worn leather boots drew snapping crunches from the half-frozen grass, the hearty ground cover striving to thrive in the false spring before the nig...

The days had stretched again; despite his efforts the warm comfort of summer blended to a blur of ruthless training tinged with frustration. Malcolm looked up from where his thoughts had wandered and pressed his leg to spur his war mount onward. Typhoon, a trusted companion long familiar with his ri...

As he watched them move and work he felt a strange sense of longing. The odd desire to work with exhausted muscles to finish the days labors no matter how gruesome. The feeling that he was unable to help, trapped in his weakened state tore at him relentlessly. He needed to be stronger, more powerful...

Malcolm felt the immediate release of pressure inside his mind as his form scattered to the winds. He hovered there, watching Lechies rest and keeping an eye on the cave mouth with equal care. He remembered well the pull of exhaustion after a long day, but the feeling of tiredness he felt now was a ...

He listened to her, feeling a small torrent of emotions welling in his chest as she spoke of hardship and second chances. He understood the need to do right in the world, to repay the goodness offered by others. He wished he could tell her it was all worth it, that the end would show the value of he...

Malcolm had found his mind wandering as soon as the dangers moved back into the cave. He felt the warmth of the sun, heard the soft pawing of Typhoon, and felt the cool touch of the winter’s breeze on his face. It was not the sun of today he felt though, but one of a hundred patrols. Rides through t...

Malcolm nodded solemnly. "New citizens, I have an offer for you," he called out loudly, but without command, to the bandits just before they reached the end of the path. "Help us bury the dead, killed by brutal bandits nearby. I will promise you a safe escort to the near town, a bath,...

“Moving guard,” Malcolm snapped out, his voice suddenly rich and strong sounding. Typhoon snorted, stamping the ground once with a hoof before bursting into mist and reforming with his back legs covering the entrance without actually blocking it bodily. As the great animal settled his hide reflecte...

Malcolm had been looking over a collection of woefully rusted weapons and finding only disappointment when his head instinctively snapped around to respond to a ‘Sir Malcolm’. He listened to Leiches intently, moving over to look down at the map and finding he felt only a vague tingle of recognition ...

Malcolm could see the reluctance in Lechies’ eyes as she looked over at the small piles of stolen goods. He offered her a knowing nod. “The items need not be sold, they can be returned,” he said, moving over to pick up a small bronze statuette of Cecilia in prayer. “The local villages will coordinat...