The ramshackle tavern in the rundown town of Bloodfrost was crowded with anxious and angry dwarves. Only a few dozen kinsmen were all that remained of Clan Grikk. Men and women who had recently had their world upended. Scowling brows and clenched jaws were numerous, lit by flickering torchlight. “The …
Tavrethral then addressed the wyrmling directly. “You I shall cast into the Prime Material Plane, Glazernezzeroth. Survive there, if you can. Although I don’t expect too much considering who your mother is, I’ll give you this one chance to grow wise and strong and prove your worth to your Tangle. A little hint, selfish pride and greed are not good traits to foster. You are not entitled to status, to wealth, to power, or to respect. You must earn it. Can you grow beyond the follies of your mother? We shall see…”
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” Tygron tumbled through the tiny doorway onto his hands and knees. He spun around to search frantically for some way to close it, but the doorway was gone. “Wait, what..? Where did..?” Ramshackle walls of a dead-end alley surrounded Tygron on three sides. In the dim …
Brosef Ortizo Riverman did not look convinced. “This is a helluva way to call in a debt, Ghost-talker. Why are they all staring at me like that? Lookin’ at me but not really lookin’. They’re giving’ me the heebee-jeebies.” He rubbed two-out-of-four thick, calloused hands together nervously while glancing down …
Story notes before the actual short-story that follows… Silas comes from Korvosa. need to write a backstory for this fella. It should entail the early villain Gaedran Lamm, the rescue by a priest of the Lucky Drunk, the death of several other street urchins in the employ of Lamm, and …
This 1,000 word flash-fiction is kept at PG for the Blog Hop, but I can’t say the same for the rest of the website. Content on other pages may contain violence or strong language. There is a link-list to the other great stories from this month’s Blog Hop at the bottom. …
