Standing at the window in the tower, Her Royal Highness Elinor IV of Parthiya surveyed the seascape below. A prisoner held in Theka, the port capital of the rivaling country Southwark, Elinor silently pleaded to the sea, “Please bring rescue ( Read more... )

High in the lofts of the tower to the east of a village named Gloriam, I attempted to cast a conjuration spell as my mentor, Mage Falstaff, watched. The objective was to summon a scarlet feather- the likes one would find on the plumage of an imperial phoenix from the southlands a millennia ago. It required just the right movements from my wand, ( Read more... )