Khy'eras

Nalnis could scarcely believe her eyes. She blinked once, twice, as feet dangled a mere breath away from stepping upon that first rung of the ladder. The halfling sat perched, face marred somewhere between relief and fear as she gazed down at the man below. At first, she didn’t spot the dirt upon hi...

It wasn’t until Nalnis was dropped off at the windmill, waving goodbye to her ride out of the city that she realized how grand lying can be. At first it was a simple bluff in response to a posting about a windmill in need of repair. Could she fix a windmill? Probably. It couldn’t be too difficult, c...

If life were an apple, today would be the soft, rotten part that no one wanted. Well, that’s not terribly true, is it? Someone would want the scraps and the bits left behind. They would drudge through the trash and pluck such unwanted treasures in order to make ‘Madame’s mystery apple pies’. They wo...