He was not the man she remembered.

She did not remember much of him, of those brief days and nights they had spent together. A smile, a laugh, the warmth of his hands and the strength of his arms. He was lucky--no, blessed, he said. Blessed to have her, favored by the Gods. He had promised to see her again soon, before he was called away and the ( Read more... )

Wind whistled through the halls of the keep, sweeping around corners and tugging at the edges of the heavy, ragged tapestries that hung upon the grey stone walls. It was dark, though evening was a few hours off--as usual, the thick clouds that draped themselves over Silverpine served to keep the sun out better than any curtain could, and the ( Read more... )

Snow fell, dropping softly from the heavens to cover branch and stone and ground in a thick winter coat of puffy white fur. It sat heavy on the tents and wagons of the the small camp, and rested atop the bars of the cages in long narrow peaks. In the cages, trolls shivered and waited, six men and four women. Dressed for indoors or warmer ( Read more... )

He was a proud man, and a good man, and an able leader. His mind was given more to thoughts of strategy than the rage of battle, however, and he relied more on cunning than strength. So it was that when Scourge forces swarmed through the icy waters of the Dragonspine Tributary and continued on toward Zeb'Halak, he executed a daring plan to push ( Read more... )