“Hello, I’m your friendly neighbourhood bandit. I’d like all of your jewels and possessions of value now, please.” The bandit smiled up at the nobles inside the carriage, not that they could likely tell since the bandit had a scarf wrapped around the lower half of their face. The Lord reared back – at least … Continue reading Friendly Neighbourhood Bandit – Short Story
The Knight flung the door to the dark chamber open. “My lady, I have come to rescue you!” A soft shaky voice called out from inside the bars, too soft to truly make out the words. The knight strode into the cell without a second thought. The door clanged shut behind him, lights filling the … Continue reading Damsel In Distress – Short Story
It’s difficult to argue with someone once they’re dead. Difficult but not impossible, if you find the right necromancer. I found one such practitioner. Not a cheap person to hire but the reviews were too clear to argue with. The necromancer stood over the grave with an assortment of mystical goods. “Do you want me … Continue reading It’s Difficult To Argue With The Dead – Short Story
Prin glared down at the strange man under her blade. His shocking violet eyes blown wide as he stared up at her. “What did you do with Jim?” she snarled “He’s checking his traps” the man barely whispered. “What do you want? Why are you here? Did you come after me?” Prin’s heart pounded in … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Rogue – short story
Andor brushed down his lightweight armour, trying to remove all the mud, leaves, twigs, and general muck that had made its way into every crevice and crack. Finally he just yanked it off over his head. Maybe his ex had been right about using solid plates of armour. He clambered out of the ditch he … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mage – short story
Jim looked through his coin pouch, enough for either a bed or food but definitely not both. He rubbed the back of his neck under the yellow bandana, exhaustion had hit him hard after that last job and he was too nice a person to take payment from a family living in such poverty. He … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mercenary – short story
The hand on her shoulder jerked her from sleep, speeding her heart and making her lungs ache to quicken her breath. She slowly slid one hand further under the pillow, pretending to still be asleep even as she groped at the dagger. The hand on her shoulder shook her, as if to wake her. Movement … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Princess – short story
