AryasSquire

It was the mid-summers day and the annual Gondor fete was taking place on a balmy but slightly breezy afternoon. Whilst at this event Kat was quite enjoying the common fare of things. Walking around the event she already had a spun candyfloss stick and a soda. The next stall she came to was an archery competition with a stand full of prizes one of which she noticed was a blue eyed, dark haired, trench coat wearing angel. This took her fancy and she lined up to take part in the event. Her time came and she was called forward. “Fantastic, a young lady with the courage to take part in this event. It really is quite easy you have three atte

He had to be right about this. There was just no reasonable, conceivable way that he couldn't be right. But at the same time, it was completely absurd to think that he could be. It'd just be too much of a coincidence. Too much of a very, very stupid coincidence.. He shivered as he fumbled with the numbers on his mobile, struggling against the cold of the late night air as he keyed in an all too familiar landline number. Bloody English weather, the summer was supposed to be just around the bend and it didn't feel like the temperature had changed at all from December... He held the battered about smartphone to his ear, eager for the recipient

Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 40 part 3 by John "Basileus Ioannis" The guards were running towards the trio in two columns of six, about ten feet apart, each carrying a long spear over their shoulder. Pana saw that they wore fancy green robes over their green mithral chain mail, and fancy helmets with plumes. She recognized the outfits readily. Band of the Pine...the Immortals, just like the ones we fought before. Seven sidestepped next to Chawinda, putting itself between the onrushing elven soldiers and the high priestess. “Be at ease, Princess Pana von Jettingen. The High Porte of the Elven Nation will not harm a diplomat. You are

Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 40 part 2 by John "Basileus Ioannis" Pana and Chawinda were sitting on the front steps of the castle, enjoying a little fresh air and sun. The high priestess held the miniature crystal ball in her right hand, shielding it from the sunlight with her left, staring at it intently. The drow, despite her sunblock and shades, curled her cloak around herself. “You’re gonna bore holes in that thing with your eyes,” said the bodyguard. “You want me to hold it for a while, over in the shade there?” She pointed a thumb at one of the numerous trees that decorated the gardens that sprawled tow

Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 40 part 1 by John "Basileus Ioannis" “Are you pulling my leg?!” blurted Chawinda, nearly dropping the tiny crystal ball. “You are going to depend on that Mundhelm to go find Gemma? You’re nuts! Right after we talked to Haergrim’s sister, you told me that he and Viturhimin might have had something to do with the airship going missing!” “Well, I suspected that he might have something to do with it,” said Pana, “since he would benefit from restarting the war. But that was before I got these instructions from my deity. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me

Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 39 part 3 by John "Basileus Ioannis" “A...druid?” Gemma cocked her head. I read about the nature priests, wandering in the wilds, in tune with the flora and fauna, tapping into natural powers for their magic. But I’ve never met one, and in a foreign land too... “Perhaps this person would be a good point of contact, act as mediator with the authorities in the land?” “I’m not sure, child. Druids shun civilization, it may be asking too much to have them vouch for us. But they would be a good person to have on our side, regardless.” Haergrim turned back to the wolf,