Tag: the curse of calia

They rose early. Long before the means of the breaking of sun over the horizon. The forest still bathed in a pale twilight of mist and towering timbers cradling them amongst its hold. Offering a frail sense of security while the means of tasks had been promptly doled out to each separate accompaniment of soles.…

Thankfully they made good progress till the river. Where she had expressed there had been a troupe stationed there and they’d skirt around for a low spot in the current to cross. But nothing could have prepared them properly for the sight that greeted. Especially when said sight was giving them a hello in the…

With her journey to begin again – this time with company – once Calia had finished a quick breakfast she made sure to wash up well. Braiding up ebony hair in it’s usual circlet to keep it out of her way, and donning some fresh clothes for travel. Leaving the metal pieces of her armor…

The elven state at least didn’t appear to be beset by that of anything in the name of demonic influence. Granted, most of its existence seemed to be generally calm. Nothing too wild or obviously out of whack that would have warranted a stronger reaction of uncertainty or preemptive need to protect and watch! A…

In the dark, in a swirl of strong heated and throbbing discomfort, time meant little. At least it had for a long while. Till he was prickling at ears to the sound of something approaching. Pulling himself out of whatever sweat slogged delirium was happily making his body its playground, to listen. Eventually forcing his will…

There was a benefit to being rather old and having enough experience in the means of bestiary knowledge to know when it was best to keep moving on and when it was wise to fight. In that of personal case, there was no reason to fight. At least not currently. Nothing thus far in the…

Calia rode on at a good healthy speed, following the trail of the escaping villagers, inwardly glad that they’d listened about riding for as long and hard as they could. The more distance they got from the capitol the better as Calia doubted Derrick would’ve left demons sporadically dropped all over the kingdom. Because there…

There was no real telling for him to know exactly where he was. Only that there was a small little village that seemed to have a few standing houses and a healthy dose of caution considering they had heard what had befell that of their capital. Leaving prickling ears to be rather alert to the commentary, though…

The fire had burned brightly for a long majority of the night. As expected from a bar soaked with drink and horse dung from the stables attached. By the time the break of light properly sought over the horizon, it was barely a structure of crispy timbers. Smoulder with low crackling of flame licking deep…

I should be dead. What an odd first thought to pop into one’s mind upon waking. Princess Calia’s second thought wasn’t any better. Why am I not dead? Not having the courage yet to open her eyes, Calia listened to the eerie silence. For eerie it truly was, as when was a castle and capital village…