Tales

Old Empire, Wildlands

Dec 312013
 
Ighemni's Bane

Tales from the Old Empire: While she worked, the cottage’s elderly timbers complained as if to say that they could no longer support the roof over her head. She managed to mislay her rolling pin twice, the flour once and her spoon on several occasions …

Dec 312013
 
Scouts

Tales from the Old Empire: Gaeldzae waded through the marsh with his loaded rifle hooked into his folded arms, ready to be pulled into his shoulder and fired in an instant.

Dec 312013
 
Council

Tales from the Old Empire: His heart skipped a beat as he realised he would soon see Laece again but he steeled himself against the confrontation he would have with the Queen.

Dec 312013
 
Woodsmen

Tales from the Old Empire: Uwenogh and the other four woodsmen had been tracking the animal all day, painstakingly positioning traps at several of its marking spots in the hope that one would be sprung.

Dec 312013
 
Competition

Tales from the Old Empire: With practiced ease Nilmn and Thomiko ascended their respective fishing poles, ignoring the gale threatening to pluck them away, whilst their fishing animals waited obediently at the bottom.

Dec 312013
 
Warden

Tales from the Old Empire: Edighu’s success had been made possible by the infrastructure and traders of the Dzaa so it angered Vaeysa to discover that he was a traitor

Dec 312013
 
Nightwarder

Tales from the Old Empire: She had heard the names the children called her. One of their favourite labels was fiadrytch: demon. If that’s what they thought then she would begin to behave like one

Dec 312013
 
Herder

Tales from the Old Empire: Slowly, Taeiche drew the axe out of the loop on his belt and altered his grip to the shaft. His timing would have to be perfect . . .

Dec 312013
 
Artisan

Tales from the Old Empire: He’d been working on the clan’s buildings all his working life, but it was only recently he’d discovered that some in the Empty Quarter contained little, undiscovered hidey-holes.

Dec 312013
 
Aeiry

Tales from the Old Empire: The Cerchae Penmaster tried not to stare as the mighty steed touched ground and Ciay knew the weight of his L’eysoi vibrated through the rock and beams of the buildings nearby as it landed heavily.