She couldn’t remember how long it took her to pass out, thirsty, exhausted, and--above all else--pained. But when she awoke it was with a smack of a palm against her face, “You’ve been sleeping on the job,” that now familiar, hateful voice told her. The only...
One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 2
The next few hours were but a blur, though she could remember the brutish Ryzkar lifting her limply retching form up off the ground and flashes of him carrying her back to the camp in the dark of night. She jarred to consciousness inside a large command tent for a...
One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 1
Even amongst the beastial charr, his own kind, Ryzkar was a large figure. His large, clawed feet thumped loudly upon the soil as he stalked away from the main camp towards his destination. He’d just seen off the party of secretive Ash cronies he commanded in his...