Burn the Graveyard

Talon scrambled out of the darkened hold. “This isn’t going to work.” “Nope.” Matt spun more of the fuse from the spool he carried. “We’re doomed to stay down here forever.” “Pretty much.” “Except when they catch us, they’re going to throw us down there.” Talon peered over the rail to the endless abyss. “That’s […]

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With No Sign to Save

They would have flung their torches and let the ship’s deck light around her as a pyre had Jaraeden not strode to her side. The crowd, the residents of the Graveyard, shouted at her. “Burn our homes?” “False paladin!” “Insane!” Yet there were some in the crowd. The ones who had seen her light. They […]

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A Choice of Truth or Salvation

Across the clatter of hulls ramming each other, the patter of feet on decks wafted through the night. So many bare feet, dirty toes, ragged boots, sandals worn smooth with time, they slipped across the distance between ships. They gathered around Jaraeden’s boat, watching, waiting. They had heard the promise: a paladin whose god had […]

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A Suitable Sacrifice

“Whatever sacrifice your god demands, you will have. We have the ark full of gold and powerful artifacts. You saw what we have. Your god does not care about the phase of the moon; else you would have not had light in the ark, since we have no moon. If your god demands blood, I […]

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A Dance Before the Storm

They skittered across the graveyard, dashing from rocking boat to shuddering ship toward the beacons of burning hulls. They heard the rumors. In torn rags that once were clothes, the sailors that reached the edge of the world and beyond rushed for the chance to get home. Passengers and adventurers that had forgotten the feel […]

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The Fateful Shard

Alathea recognized the marks of greatness that shone among the horde of treasures. Half-covered among a deluge of gold coins, a harp with seven green strings and one red one. The Lyre of Serpent of Many Hands, won from its venomous grasp by Tarin, servant of the Lord. She reached her hand toward it. She […]

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