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Visions and plans

Lorcan sat in the moonlight tending to Nereida, he hummed a light tune as he did. The half elf lost her strength upon entering the house and passed out, since then the halfling had not left her side tending to her wounds and speaking words of healing but nothing had worked.

The rest of the group sat at the kitchen table a dispute had begun, the dragonborn Targa released cold air into the room making them stop arguing.

“I think that we can all agree that the king must be stopped, but the means of doing so are unclear” his voice was calm but commanding.

“well…. What would you suggest, my people live in the mountains and would be willing to help” said Galurak

“would they really…. your people are you sure of that?” said Nadora

“yes, they would”

“if I remember the stories half orcs are outcasts so really do you even have people?” asked Aidene

“HEY, what would you know huh Galurak has people and if he could just explain they would help” shouted Ravana

“enough… all of you, regardless of the aid we may receive marching to the castle and kicking down the door doesn’t seem the right course” said Targa

“we know how to sneak into the castle as we have told you before” said Nadora

“Ah, spies in the camp eh” said Ravana

“Please, we hate the king just as much as you lot” said Aidene


“there is another way….” The weak voice of Nereida travelled around the room

“I tried to keep her in bed…. erm I mean stop her coming in here”

The twins sniggered at the halfling faltering over his words as he scowled at them.

Targa shook his great head standing and gesturing for her to have a seat “please explain”

“there is a witch of old who may have the answers we seek; she lives in the mountains to the North”

“witches…. That is what we have come to” said Ravana

“the king has magic we don’t know, so we need magic of equal measure” continued Nereida

“how do you know about this witch?” asked Galurak

“I…. I had a vision”

“a vision? When? How?” Ravana was concerned

“I can’t really explain it, but there is a power within me I never asked for and now I get these stupid visions”

“then how do we know we can trust you, for all we know you are leading us to our deaths” said Aidene.

“then perhaps we should separate” replied Targa

“Targa, you can’t be serious” Nadora looked confused

“the girl is right we need an old magic and what is the harm in trying it”

“death… death is the harm”

“I do not fear death little one”

“hate to interrupt, but this little humble abode of mine disappears in a few hours and we need a plan and rest before then” interrupted Lorcan

“well can it travel to the North” asked Ravana, her words caused Nereida to smile

“come on now lass… it aint a magic carpet you know……. Although maybe…. nah”


“well… I could maybe make us fly…. Or is it float?”

“Lorcan what do you mean”

“clouds, I could turn us to clouds and we could float there, Oooo Targa you would be a little snow cloud” the halfling grinned but dropped his gaze quickly “which is not important at all”

The dragon born smiled “well it would be something”

“well how long will that take?”

“a few hours for the spell to work if I start now and let’s say a day to float North… id say pack wisely when we get there, I will need my rest so no nice housey house”

Suddenly a great banging could be heard echoing from the front door, shaking the foundations.

“it would appear we have visitors”

Just then a spirit appeared in front of Lorcan “sire a large group at the door wishing to enter”

“show me please”

An image appeared in the spirits stomach, showing a group of six werewolves banging at the door.

“ah yes, unwelcome guests see to it that they leave will you”

The spirits eyes turned crimson and the light within it grew to a dark grey “as you wish my master” he let out a wail and disappeared, from the sounds in the hall he was not alone.

“now then to bed with you all”

“and we are not going to talk about what just happened?” asked Nadora

“we can but that will make this longer and by the time the house disappears I would like to be a cloud and float away you know just in case the puppies are still outside”

One by one the group left the halfling some muttering in disapproval of the plan to Targa, until only Nereida was left Lorcan was startled when he noticed her.

“hmm… well…erm hello”

Her face was a little sad “Lorcan, why do the twins make fun of you sometimes when you speak to me?”

“oh well… you see…. I’m a bard and to lose my words is kind of funny I suppose”

“does it happen often?”

“no… no its rather new for me, I could talk the legs off a donkey most days”

“then why?” Nereida stifled a laugh

“well it’s like this I ……. Erm well that is to say…. ah heck I like you” the halfling shuffled his feet daring not to look at her.

Nereida walked over kissing the halfling on the forehead “I like you to, now to work and if you don’t mind, I would like to sit with you”

The halflings face was pink and he could only nod, causing Nereida to giggle.

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Meetings and greetings

“Ravana, RAVANA….”

The dwarf lay on the cold damp floor, ringing filled her ears as through blurry eyes she looked for the source of the calling. The taste of iron filled her mouth and a wet trickle made its way down from her forehead, a shadow lingered over a body lying near water. Ravana called out the creature turning sharply and began lurking towards the dwarf, she pulled herself backwards towards the warmth of the fire shaking her head to try and clear it.

“Galurak…. A little help here”

“be there in a second I’m a bit busy doll”

“Nereida… help me…. Nereida??”

At the water’s edge the half elf Nereida stirred at the sound of her name as a voice filled her head,

“go to the water child…quickly I can save you”

She pulled herself too far and hard landing directly into the water, the ice cold seeping through her clothes, water rushing into her mouth filling her lungs and just as she was about to go unconscious her eyes flicked open her feet finding the bed and kicking off.

A groan of pain caused Ravana to take her eyes off her stalker to see Galurak laying on the floor still, as she tried to get up to crawl to him, she felt sharp claws dig into her ankle. With her free leg she kicked the creatures face causing it to yelp her sudden freedom caused her to throw herself to her feet and attempt to get to the half orc…. But the creature snarled lunging at her once more digging its claws into her ankle.

“let her go” Nereida stood her eyes white and her voice was different, commanding however the creature was not alone and a third one pounced on her causing them to roll away.

The creature tightened its grip on the ankle of Ravana, and she screamed in pain unable to free herself from it claws causing more damage. It pulled her closer, and for the first time Ravana was able to see the snarling grey matted fur, the sharp teeth shining behind the putrid smell of rotten meat as the creature’s saliva dripped from it chin. She swung her arm her fist connecting with its muzzle, it yelped but grabbed her arm pulling her in. The dwarf helpless closed her eyes tears running down her face, she cried out for help and tried to pull away but it was no use this was the end… the air grew colder, the creature paused its hot breathe now visible, it growled and digging its claws into the dwarves shoulder she closed her eyes…. The creature yelped and its grip loosened on Ravana, she pulled away looking at the creature held in place by a translucent shimmering hand.

“that ought to hold, ya daft mutt”

Ravana turned wincing in pain to see a halfling coming towards her, shock across her face as he stooped next to her

“are you alright lass?”

“who are you?”

“not the time… can you walk?”

Behind the halfling another creature growled, they both turned worried looks on their faces, as a freezing wind howled past and from the cold mist jumped a being covered in white scales swinging his sword into the creatures neck sending its head rolling down the hill, his great head swung round as he called over his shoulder…

“help the half elf …. I’ve got the orc”

A whistle of arrows flew past Ravana’s ears towards Nereida who was holding the creature and was causing slight damage, an arrow landed in the creatures shoulder it turned growling as a female jumped from the rocks driving a dagger into its shoulder. The creature howled in pain and hitting her off, Nereida joined the fight working together they delivered blow after blow.

The white dragonborn ran toward the half orc Galurak, the creature noticed him and ran calling for the others to retreat, with a flash of light the hand was broken, and the creatures ran back to bridge over the river.

“The river can make you strong, go to it” said the voice inside Nereida’s head.

The half elf staggered into the river, arrows once again sailing through the air towards the creatures as they began to cross the bridge. They faltered the water had risen shaking the bridge.

“not so fast beasts” Nereida raised her hand, as she did a wave rose and headed towards the bridge with speed. The shaking bridge had kept the creatures from crossing, as the wave neared the bridge a great form rose from the water in the shape of a bearded man. Its great hands slid under it breaking the stilts it was laid upon and lifted the bridge looking at the cowering creatures and with a smile he ate them, the form disappeared back into the river and it became still again. Nereida waded from the water, from her side Ravana heard the strangers voice.

“that’s my kind of woman…” as he watched Nereida in awe she fell to her knees seaweed spewing from her mouth, his face screwed up “well…. The stranger the better I say… now missy lets see if we can get you on your feet.”

“who are you?”

“LORCAN…. Are you alright?” cried the dragonborn

“I’m him lass Lorcan…. yeah Targa I’m just fantastic but the girl is pretty hurt”

“Nadora…. Aidene are you alright?” called the dragonborn towards two female figures now helping Nereida up.

“sure… just helping this one up” said Nadora

The dragonborn looked down at the half orc his great face warm “can you walk my friend”

“sure… well maybe”

“I’m Targa by the way” said the dragonborn holding out his giant clawed hand.

“Galurak” he replied wincing as he got to his feet…. “where did you come from?”

“all in good time, right now we need to find somewhere safe, three werewolves are a small number”

“werewolves? oh, gods will we become one?”

“easy I think you were merely lunch for them”

The two great figures slowly headed towards the dwarf and halfling who was tending to her wounds

“fine mess of an ankle you’ve got here, but nothing we can get fixed up for ya”

The halfling fixed his hair as he noticed Nereida headed towards them, he became frustrated with the top which has a few strands refusing to stay down, he blushed, and his words fumbled.

“alright…. She’s alright I mean…. Erm nice to meet you I’m Lorcan…. just helping that’s all amazing thing you did there…. erm you alright now?”

“oh, my Nadora have you ever seen such a thing?” said Aidene

“what’s that?” said Nadora

“a bard lost for words” replied Aidene

“oh, shut up you too or you can sleep here tonight”

“we are only teasing” they both responded

Galurak ran towards the dwarf, he too was covered in blood, but he embraced the dwarf “Ravana… I’m… I’m sorry I just couldn’t”

“now don’t you go worrying your think head about it” she replied.

“well that is just a weird sight aint it” said Lorcan

“you get used to it eventually” replied Nereida

The halfling jumped at her voice, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment as the dragonborn stepped forward.

“my name is Targa, this is Lorcan and those two are Nadora and Aidene… we don’t have much time but if you like we can offer you shelter…”

“hey big guy… I believe it is my house and only I can invite people” Lorcan’s eyes met Nereida’s “would you like to stay with me tonight….” He turned pink and panic set in as his words fumbled “erm all of you, I offer you a meal and shelter…. maybe some medical aid… oh shut up you two”

Nadora and Aidene were now giggling at the halfling.

It was Galurak who answered “I think it best at least for tonight and we thank you Lorcan…. My name is Galurak, this is my girlfriend Ravana and that is Nereida.

The half elf was spitting as she waved “hi… stupid saltwater”

Nadora looked confused…. “saltwater…. that is a freshwater stream though”

“hey, I never asked for this any of it”

“right let’s go shall we… you their big fella erm Galurak mind carrying your lady and let’s go” said Lorcan

Galurak was unable to lift the dwarf and so Targa did it closely followed by the half orc, the lumbered after the halfling to the edge of the woods just to where the bridge had been. Lorcan raised his hands “eldamo”

“isn’t that gnomish?” said Nereida

“It’s all I know I’m afraid” Lorcan smiled before disappearing through the doorway of light closely followed by Targa and the rest of the group.

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“let the birds sing hmmm mmm hmmm, I have forgotten the words dilly dally? Hmm that’s not right”

Nereida was startled awake by a strange voice, she found herself in a room with stone walls on a bed of sheepskin and blankets.

“oh, for the love of…. will you tweet somewhere else you’re driving me insane”

In a panic she looked around for her belongings and her foot touched the cold stone floor she winced gasping in air. The stranger appeared in a doorway, she was half of Nereida’s height, her hair red and wild.

“ah, about time you were awake I was thinking we would have to feed you to the wolves…. Geez girl laugh I’m joking the healing light would punish me for that.”

Nereida blinked in the false light

“who…. Where…. What?”

“aahhhhh, I don’t have time for this girlie… Look you were wandering around the wilderness barely alive I might add, I followed you and found you collapsed and well it is my duty as a follower of the healing light that I help those in need.”

“the healing what?”

“light, geez try to keep up, anyway you are in the great dwarven city of Bogam welcome and all that and you can stay here for as long as you like again your welcome”

“dwarven city? Who are you?”

“oh well that was rude of me…. My name is Ravana”

“why haven’t you all been killed by Ryker he hates all beings that are different”

The dwarf grew quiet, “well that is not a story I wish to discuss at this time, but he is an evil man if that is what he is… you should get more rest”

Ravana bowed to leave causing Nereida to panic “please I fear I have rested enough, and I have an important mission”

“oh yeah the Dragonborn….”

“how did you know that?” Nereida suddenly grew suspicious of the stranger

“could you relax please… you talk a lot in your sleep, and I thought you a little mad, but I am assured that the man in the lake is in fact a deity”

“A deity? How can you be sure?”

“well the healing light never lies, and she is my deity of choice even though she came to me”

“came to you in what way?”

“you are inquisitive aren’t you, again missy it is not the time for such chat, but if you insist on being up and awake let’s get you some food.”

The dwarf stomped over and with her strong hands caught Nereida’s arm as she stumbled to her feet suddenly week, she looked worried at the dwarf who smiled back at her, the dwarves face was softened and warm now. Looking at her now Nereida wondered how she could breathe because of  the necklace she wore, and what kind of life did she have with the scars on her face. They walked down a dimly lit hallway pasted several grumpy looking dwarves who either mumbled about digging deeper or grunted an acknowledgment as they passed them.  Suddenly they walked through a great archway and they were faced with a great cavern, staircases were intricately laid throughout and lanterns lit the vast open space. Above her head Nereida could make out moving shapes but it was unclear what it was, and she dared not dwell on it.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but it is home” Ravana’s face was filled with pride.

“how… how far unground are we?”

“far enough that the king’s men won’t find us, the way we like it now come on get those legs working”

“are you always this bossy?”

The dwarf laughed and pulled her onwards, until they reached the kitchen where she placed Nereida in a chair and made her eat.

“when you are ready, I can help you out of the city and point you in the direction of the one you seek.”

“and how exactly do you know where he is?”

“divine intervention is all you need to know, now wander the city if you like but I must go and see to the temple”

With that the dwarf was gone, speeding down the corridors driven by some unseen force. No eye contact was made with the residents of the city something pulled her to the temple, she sighed as she crossed the thresh hold. The temple was filled with so much light for an underground city and there was life everywhere you turned.

“I have been expecting you child……”

The voice came from nowhere and everywhere, Ravana had heard it many times and was familiar with it however it still caused her fright.

“hahaha every time Ravana and yet you enter and tend to my temple every day”

“I just don’t expect you to be here is all…. What do you want anyway?”

“careful, I may have chosen you but there are always punishments for our choices. If you must know I’m here to send you on a quest for me if you are truly loyal to me”

“you know I am…. What is this quest?”

“Nereida you will help her….”

“out of the city I know that my father already told me that”

“hmm no, you will go with her on this journey”

“me? why?”

“I hate evil child and there is a great one plaguing this land and who better to rid the world of him than me and you”

“I can’t leave the city”

“your father will be pleased, and you know this to be true…. An adventure and quest laid out for you by your deity why wouldn’t he be”

With that she was gone leaving Ravana alone in the temple “great” she stomped out to her room mumbling as she walked. She slammed her room door closed throwing herself onto her bed just as her father limped into the room.

“dearest Ravana, what is wrong?”

The dwarf was old and worn from the many battles that he had been part of over the centuries

“you will be pleased to know that I have been chosen for a quest father”

“what wonderful news, you should leave immediately I will have it arranged”

“don’t I get a say in this? What if I don’t want to?”

“I thought you were strong in your faith and out deity”

“I am but there are other ways to show it not stomping through the wild looking for a dragonborn who is said to be a murderer because some half elf just happens to get themselves into trouble.”

“remember your place here child, you will bring honour to us once again”

With that the old dwarf left the room and once more she was alone. She lay looking at the ceiling the bats chirping outside she screamed as it echoed around the cavern outside her window.  After several hours of sulking she pulled herself together changing into travelling clothes, grabbing her hammer and headed to find Nereida who was now playing hide and seek.

“we have to go… well don’t just stand there let’s get going”

“going where?”

“it seems that the higher powers wish me to go with you”

Nereida hugged the dwarf lifting her from the ground in the embrace.

“that was embarrassing don’t do it again…. Now come on”

They walked through the cavern to the cheers of the dwarves, news had spread quickly of the quest and they headed to the gates, standing with a foot on the wall a toothpick in his mouth stood a tall figure with greenish skin. He squinted at them as they approached and when he spoke his voice was deep.

“thought you could leave without saying goodbye did you”

“don’t be stupid, I knew you would be here” said Ravana with a wink

“so, this it then?”

The dwarf grabbed the tall figures shirt pulling him down for a head butt

“get the bloody bags and let’s go” she gave him a kiss as his deep laugh filled the cavern.

“yes sir”

“oh, and this is Nereida she’s the reason for this little adventure.”

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Behind the door

Lorcan stood both hands bracing himself on the door as he panted, his mind raced with an internal battle she couldn’t be here not now but then he did owe her. The halfling cried out in frustration banging his fist on the door, slowly he opened the door.

“Nadora my dear how lovely to see you, but I’m afraid now isn’t a good time”

“I don’t really care if it is or not, we need shelter”

“You should try an inn”

“Lorcan….” Nadora tried to enter the house but there was a flash of light and she fell to the ground

“Nadora” Aidene rushed to her side shaking her

“she’s alright just knocked out”

“what did you do to her troll”

“hey there is no need for name callin…… I told her it wasn’t a good time for visitors”

Aidene stood up her fists clenched as she walked towards the halfling

“ah now think about it, your sister wasn’t invited in and neither are you”

“Lorcan was it?”

“well yeah” said the halfling

“my name is Aidene and Nadora is my sister, she saved me a few days ago and brought me here for reasons I don’t know but we need your help……. Please”

The halfling sighed puffing up his cheeks scanning the horizon wildly

“aaahh, alright then come in before the king’s men appear on patrol” he clicked his fingers as a slight shimmer filled the surrounding air pulsing out towards Aidene and with a flash of pale silvery light, two men appeared next to Nadora. They were dressed in black tuxedos and bowed to Aidene before carefully lifting Nadora

“don’t worry Aidene… I just need a little help mi only small after all.”

She gave a weak smile and followed them inside, Aidene blinked her way into the well-lit corridor with wooden walls and the wooden floor creaked beneath her feet. The hallway was covered in round doors, the ceiling was unusually high for a halfling.

“sir…. where should we put the lady?”

“ah well there is a thought”

“surely you have a spare room here”

“now I wasn’t expecting visitors and when I created this house, I didn’t put any in…. in any case best put her in my room I can give that up I suppose”

“thank you” Aidene said with a curtsy

“well follow me I suppose you are hungry” he led her down the winding corridors, until Aidene heard a voice calling

“I thought you didn’t have visitors?”

“well he is more a companion than visitor really”

“alright just no more surprises”

As they entered through the round door at the end of the hall, there was a blast of cold air and it took a minute for Aidene’s eyes to adjust to the dull lighting. When they did, she noticed that there were more of the tall silvery men in tuxedos bustling around with serving plates. Then Aidene’s followed one of them to the source of the voice, sitting on the other side of the room was a figure, their skin looked rough and whiter than the springs snow drops. Aidene was frozen to the spot in shock as she gazed upon his face…. the face of a dragon and yet his eyes held a softness to them, he stood up his face stern.

“Lorcan, how could you bring her here?”

“huh” the halfling was confused

“she is the king’s daughter”

The halfling jumped back shocked “wait what”

“get away from her”

“no please…… I can explain”

“it’s true? That little rat I should kill her in her sleep”

“I’m not asleep anymore Lorcan”

The sound of Nadora’s voice behind him caused the halfling to scream out as he jumped forward.

“don’t bloody do that”

“a rat, am I? Let’s not forget that if it wasn’t for me you would have been in the belly of one long ago”

The stranger had began walking towards Aidene his eyes glowing a bright blue

“not so fast” Nadora steeped between him and her sister with a knife drawn

“don’t think I won’t hurt you” he paused for a moment taking her in “you are twins? Twice the satisfaction since I can’t get your father now”

“he is not my father or hers, he is a disease on this world”

“well at least we can agree on something but I’m afraid you could be telling me lies”

He lifted his hand as the air grew colder around them

“hhh hmmm, may I remind you that violence is not permitted and if you do, we could all be in trouble…. Just once I wish I could use this place for 48 hours and nothing bad happen. Look if you like why don’t we sit down and talk this through if tomorrow you still aren’t convinced then….”

The halfling made an explosion gesture with his hands before sitting at the table as the servants brought the first course.

“I hope you all like rabbit stew”

Aidene screwed her face in disgust

“listen princess it’s all there is out here on short notice”

“what about deer they are plentiful at this time of year”

“well you feel free to go catch some, in the meantime it’s this or you go hungry”

“thanks” as she turned to sit down Nadora was already stuffing the food down her throat without chewing.

“hmmmn nmmdph ggggdddd”

“see, your sister likes it”

“enough of this, you better get to explaining yourselves” the figure leaned against the wall with his arms crossed scowling at the girls.

“it’s a little dry Lorcan….. a little like the company you keep, clearly hasn’t been around females much”

The halfling snorted in laughter “he hasn…. that is very rude of you dear and she didn’t mean it”

“what is your name” Aidene’s voice was shaky

“why don’t you tell me what I want to know, and I will decide if I am to give that information or not”

“our parents were artist who travelled the lands painting the world, around 25 years ago they got into a little trouble and a group of travelling druids helped them eventually they were invited to live within their community…. when we were young enough to be persuaded of other things the druids had left the village and we were left behind, that’s when the king came looking for them only he found us… as I lay asleep in my bed they came, took my sister and mother but not before killing my father, several hours later I awoke to find him and since then I have grew in strength learning combat and the ways of the wild. On the eve of my 16th birthday the druids came to me and told me that my sister was alive enslaved by the king and that my mother had fought back and lost her life for it…. I knew I had to do something.

“Nadora…. I am so sorry” tears ran down Aidene’s cheeks

“it seems you have just as much reason for wanting the king dead as I do”

“geez I don’t think I have enough wine in the pantry to lift the mood in this room” said Lorcan as he slowly chewed a piece of bread.

“what reason do you have for wishing it” asked Nadora

The stranger opened his mouth to speak, but it was Aidene who spoke first

“he killed your mother and the man who care for you, then you killed his men” her eyes were wide as she spoke “I know who you are…… Targa”

The dragonborn bowed his head to her

“I never really believed the stories they told of you; I mean how could they be true”

“wait what stories?” Nadora was suddenly on edge

“well I am a descendant of the old king cursed or blessed with the power of the dragons, so you decide.”

“they say he destroyed a whole village after the king killed everyone”

“well good for you I say” Nadora was smiling at him “this could be the start of a beautiful partnership”

“partnership? Oh no he is not going near the city nope not a chance… silly girl” Lorcan became panicked

“Loran… don’t you long to perform in front of people and not be hunted for what you are?” Targa could be persuasive when he wanted to be

“you are all crazy…. But I could use some new material for my act”

“I am curious… how you met my sister”

“oh, that is a tale for another day”

“Lorcan…. you know none of us will sleep tonight” said Targa

“Lorcan is right its not the time” said Nadora

“this must be good…. I think there was some sort of love affair going on” said Aidene

“ppfft please”

“yeah she’s not my type”

“hmm” Aidene looked at him with a sly grin

“fine…… a few years ago I was working a bar like I always did when your sister who was under the influence of wine approached me and kissed….”

“LORCAN, I swear you better tell the truth with this”

“tut, alright… fine… I was under the influence and I tried to kiss her, only she punched me in the face”

Targa sniggered

“Gee thanks pal, anyway nothing keeps this guy down and I moved onto other ladies in the bar and you wouldn’t believe it no luck with any of them, they just didn’t know what they were missing…”

Nadora coughed and Lorcan scowled at her

“anyway, I kept at it, and just before closing time there she was standing by herself by the bar, tall slender her body encased in the most seductive dress imaginable her breasts….”

“Lorcan… focus please”

“yes dear… anyway I knew a guy like me would never get a girl like that, but nothing ventured nothing gained and at closing time she asked me back to her place.”

“why do I get a bad feeling about this?” Targa was smirking

“because he is an idiot” said Nadora

“alright Naddie you take it from here since you enjoy it so”

She scowled “alright. I was in town on a hunt several villagers had vanished over the course of a few months and they all had one thing in common they all went to the same bar the night before they disappeared, and the same female was described in each one. So, I tracked her down and I watched her, but it was like she knew… until Lorcan, that night she took him back to her house and he never left. The next morning, I sneaked into the house and found this idiot in the basement chained up with two puncture wounds in his neck. Yip she was a vampire and was keeping him alive to feed off for a while, so I began to search the house and eventually I found her and drove a stake through her and took Lorcan to safety. I never thought I would see him after that, but I became his muse for a while providing him with stories, he could make songs about….”

“until one day I woke up and she was gone from this house, no note or explanation just gone and now she comes here saying I owe her” Lorcan retorted

“in a way you kind of do, she saved you and you used her” said Aidene

“hey, don’t change the subject”

“I am sorry Lorcan dear”

The halflings face grew red as he fidgeted

“well… I suppose it is alright…. No harm done really”

“we should rest we can discuss more tomorrow what we plan to do” Targa said, and he left the room

“yes, well that is an idea…. Good night ladies Nadora you know where the room is for you and your sister” when he was safely out of the room, he slapped his face and muttered under his breathe

“like her, do you?” Targa sniggered

“oh, shut up you”

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Aidene and Nadora

The town was still, and the last lantern of the night had burned out leaving only the moonlight. Ryker’s guard became lazy at this hour providing a window of opportunity for anyone brave enough to seize it. Lurking in the shadows a figure waited… as the main guard passed a female voice called out. The guard startled by the voice went to investigate but he met his death before he could raise the alarm.

The young women bent down taking the keys with a smirk, quickly she unlocked the door and disappeared within the castle walls. She stuck to the walls and dark corridors, winding her way up the stairs and to the door of Ryker’s bedroom door…. it stood ajar; fire light flickered across the corridor. A knife slipped from its hiding place and into the girl’s hand as she slipped into the room, Ryker sat in a chair facing the window, an untouched goblet sat on the table next to him.

“Nadora, I’ve been expecting you”

When he spoke, there was such calmness but an undertone of malice behind the words, in the firelight she saw a cruel smile rise in the corner of his mouth.

“the guards alerted me to my daughter being out of the city, which normally they are alerted to so naturally I looked into this…. My daughter was practicing with a blade all afternoon, which left me with only one other conclusion…… you”

“you killed my mother and hold my sister as a slave…” the girl spat

“is that what those nasty druids told you?” Ryker was now walking towards her shaking his head.

“my dear child I would never do such a thing…. I loved your mother very much and as for your sister she is free to travel from time to time in fact she is one of the greatest hunters of my kingdom.”

Rage began to build, and a hot anger pulsed through Nadora’s veins, she was about to lunge at Ryker when she felt a presence, something moved in the shadows… in her distraction she felt the cold blade press against her neck

“it was kind of foolish coming here to kill my father” the voice was soft and yet commanding. Ryker clapped his hands together in triumph. Instinct took over and Nadora who had been in many situations like this one turned to instinct, she pulled the strangers arm closer slightly nicking her neck as she pulled it down, using her weight to flip the stranger to the floor. The girl got ready to spring to attack but as she looked upon Nadora she gasped scrambling backwards

“what trickery is this?”

“Aidene it is me….”

“who are you?”

“I’m….” the guards sprang behind her restraining her to prevent her from speaking or moving

“father…. what is going on?”

“tricks and disgusting magic by my enemies, and they wonder why I enforce the laws in the way that I do” he turned to the guards

“find out who sent her and what ever else you can and then do what you must”

“father, who is she?”

“I told you it doesn’t matter who she is and after tomorrow you will not need to worry about her…. Take her away now.” He waved his hand dismissing the guards.

Nadora was roughly removed from the room as Aidene looked on hopeless, Ryker walked around his daughter striking her across the face.

“if you hadn’t of hesitated then we wouldn’t have this mess” his face was angry

She hung her head, a tear rolling down her cheek “I am sorry father it……. It won’t happen again”

He wiped the tear from her cheek, “we are only human child, only a moment of weakness that I don’t think will repeat itself…. now the guards will walk you to your room, you need your rest.”

She kissed her father’s hand “as you wish father” she left the room closely followed by the guards,

As she walked thoughts were swimming through her head what had she just witnessed, why would her father’s enemies send someone that looked like her to kill him and why did this stranger act like they knew each other. Something about the stranger made Aidene feel uneasy…. She needed answers she stopped walking turning to the guards.

“don’t you lot have something better to be doing?”

The guard was young not much older than she was “orders are orders princess”

“so no, then?”

“I will return to my duties soon enough”

“I am perfectly capable of taking myself to my room it is only one left down the hall and a right BOOM my room”

“just trying to keep you safe”

“safe? You know I am a hunter for this kingdom, the food you and my father fill your bellies with killed by my hands.”

“I do princess”

“not to mention the monsters I have faced, without a single guard by my side” she pulled herself up taller walking towards the guard now filled with an arrogance.

He bowed and turned down the hall again. Aidene ran down the halls to her room almost crashing through the door, she paced the floor how would she get to the dungeon without being detected? The moon shone onto the floor of her dark room, she threw open the window and climbed out onto the ledge, the cold night air of a full moon took her breathe away for a moment. Her years of hunting in the wild had taught her many skills and so she scaled down the side of the castle with ease, until she reached the servants quarters. Aidene had ventured here many times with her kills to be cooked and knew her way around well enough but the servants feared Ryker too much to be trusted not to fetch a guard, so had to take care here or she would never make the dungeon.

Nadora lay on the cell floor in the light of the moon coldness filled the dungeon, she wept her only chance to save Aidene was gone in a moment of weakness and tomorrow she was set to die after the guards were finished with her of course.

“now there… there pretty it will all be over soon” the guard rattled the bars as he spoke a smile crossing his grotesque face.

He disappeared up the stairs and then….

“what are you doing down here……” the guard landed at the bottom of the stairs with a great thud

Nadora got to her feet, shaking a look of fear crossed her face as footsteps echoing around the dungeon now. Aidene descended the stairs kicking the guard hard as she passed, other prisoners were now stirring in the commotion.

“I have so many questions and I fear I may never get the answers…. who are you? How do you know me?”

“my name is Nadora and I am your sister” a weak smile crossed Nadora’s face.

“I have no sister”


“you heard me”

“then that scar on your left hand…. how do you explain that?”

“i…. I don’t know”

“you fell off a horse trying to jump a fence”

“how do you know?”

“I dared you to do it…. we are twins you and I” Nadora smile grew.

“My father is Ryker and my mother lived here with us”

“no, your mother and father were artists who lived with a group of druids…. Ryker killed your father and kidnaped you and our mother, but she refused to settle, and she too was killed”

“your lying”

“no, I speak the truth…. Have you ever felt like something wasn’t right with your life or the way he treats you?”

Nadora pulled a locket from her dress handing it to Aidene, who opened it to find two pictures one of her as a child and the other of her sister. Her eyes filled with tears; her mind raced as the guard let out a groan.

Shaking she raced over clumsily grabbing the keys from the guard and rushed around the dungeon unlocking all the doors.

Nadora called out “what are you doing?”

“we will never make it out of these walls without a distraction…. ALL OF YOU ARE FREE…. NOW RUN”

They all thanked her as Aidene unlocked the cell holding Nadora

“he will kill us both”

“only if he catches us Aidene, you much stay strong and help me get out of here and then I will help you”

They bolted up the stairs, being greeted by the commotion of the freed prisoners, the servants and some guards all fighting. Aidene became panicked and seemed lost for a moment, Nadora pulled her into a room which lay empty.

“Aidene… please where do we go”

She took a deep breath taking in her surroundings, they were in the kitchen store and if they headed to the room on the right, they would find the servants passage then three floors would take them to the servant’s entrance. Aidene signalled for Nadora to wait, she walked into the room where guards were eating

“QUICK the prisoners have escaped…. What are you all doing go help round them up”

The guards almost fell off their stools in fright, but they grabbed their weapons and rushed out, Aidene called for her sister and together they ran all the stairs with ease, bursting out of the outer door and into the night.  Aidene fell to the ground sick panic taking over, her sister stooped over placing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her onto her feet with a weak smile. The sound of clinking armour made Nadora pull them both into the shadows, she signalled to her sister to stay silent and to follow her. They made it out of the gates when a great cry from the castle made them freeze

“AIDENE” It had come from Ryker himself

Nadora didn’t wait she grabbed her sisters’ hand and pulled her into the darkness of the city, they wound their way through the streets to a graveyard, entering a crypt…. or so Aidene thought, once inside she realised that they were in fact inside an entrance hall.

“where are we?”

“I thought a great hunter like you would know” joked Nadora

Aidene raised an eyebrow “hardly a time for joking is it?”

“I think so”

“Of course, you do…. Now answer the question please”

“we are in the smugglers tunnels”


“well I am a smuggler by trade really…. so free passage and if we follow the tunnels, we will make it out of the city by night fall tomorrow”

“and then what?”

“well…. whatever you feel like… personally I want the death of Ryker”

“then why risk your life to save me?”

“well you are my sister dummy…. But you should rest”

The sisters rested for many hours before Nadora stirred Aidene, then rummaged through several barrels making packs for them both. Then they began their hike through the uneven tunnels, as they walked Aidene quizzed Nadora about her life and their real parents. Nadora explained why she wanted revenge so badly and how she had found herself in the employment of smugglers and the life she had with it, they spoke of stories they had heard of and Aidene challenged her on the tale of the girl who entered the under water realm of the sea king and was granted powers.

“Nadora…. When we get out of this wretched tunnel….”


“where do we go?”

“well I would tell you…. But given your lack of belief in magic I shall hold onto that for now”

True to her word they left the tunnels at sundown the following day, and for several days the girls wandered through the wild country that surrounded the city, Nadora who was overly cautious made them stay off the pathways and the journey was made harder from this

“the guards might be watching the roads”

On several occasions it seemed as if she was looking for something but got lost along the way, turning back onto the way they had just came. Then one night she stopped

“we are here”

Aidene looked at her like she had lost her mind.

“erm… Nadora… there is nothing here just a clearing”

“precisely” she signalled for her sister to wait.

Aidene watched as her sister Nadora appeared to knock gently on thin air, a confused look crossed her face when she did it again only this time seemingly a little harder. A great white light burst forward from nowhere followed by a little voice.

“oh crap” and with that the light was gone.

Aidene rushed to Nadora’s side who was now banging on air with her fists and then she kicked it, only it made a thud, she threw her hands up.

“this guy…. some friend he is”

“friend?” Aidene was even more confused. 


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The war ended long ago, and a new power had risen, King Ryker the rich as he had become known. The shift in the world of men had seen the fay folk withdraw, a land which was once plentiful and full of trade now done only in secret. King Exos had been killed and his bloodline decimated, tales of what happened to those aided them spread throughout the lands.  A seer had come to the king giving him a warning that a group of strong and magical beings would destroy him, the seer never left the castle and so the king turned his attention to the magical beings throughout the land with the decree stating that they were to be destroyed.

One village by the river on the out skirts of an elven city, took the risk depending on the elves skills in medicine and craft to survive. One man by the name of Silvius often wondered into the woodland realm, the elven children loved the wizard magic. As the years passed, he soon won the heart of the lady of these woods, Lady Melina. A tall slender woman with hair the colour of browning Autumn leaves and eyes as green as emeralds. As their love for each other grew, Melina knew that her people would never accept a man as their lord and yet…

Silvius lay awake, the early morning sun breaking through the curtain, he looked at his beloved Melina asleep dressed all in white, her hair like fire from the suns warming glow a small smile curled in the corner of her soft pinkish lips as she lay dreaming. His hand brushed her shoulder running down her arm to find a mass of curly hazel hair all tangled of their daughter Nereida. The child lay with her leg over her mother and her little hand twisted in her mother’s hair, Silvius laughed as he often did, at the sight of his daughter sound asleep between them.

Nereida was both elven and human, she had the curiosity of humans and the wisdom of the elves, but it came at a cost for she would never be accepted by either of her heritage and no one understood her. With the way the world had turned Melina had feared that to keep her daughter within the city would cause her to be hunted by the kings men and their hounds, an evil she couldn’t protect her daughter from, she made the heart breaking decision to leave her in the care of her father in the little river village. Melina was however a doting mother and could not bare to be without Nereida, and so every day she would take her into the woods to teach her the ways of the elves. Her daughter had a natural flare for magics and clearly understood nature well. While she could not draw or play music, she could certainly take in its beauty and enjoy it, Silvius made sure his daughter understood and had the skills needed to survive in the world teaching her to fish and hunt, use her hands but most of all expand her knowledge of magic. The family would live in peace and joy but all things in this land Ryker would see it gone.

The years passed slowly for the elves, but Nereida it was quick and as time would have it, she neared her 20th year and unlike her peers it showed.  Her father was gone now along with the river village and its people, Ryker’s hounds and men had seen to that, the morning of the attack Melina had taken her daughter to the woods like she always did upon returning Nereida had seen something that still haunts her dreams to this day. Her mother had been so consumed by grief that she walked into the river and if it had not been for her daughters screams, she too would have met a terrible fate. The lady took her daughter to the city to be raised among the elves, they took pity on the girl but still did not accept her, causing her to return to the ruined village for comfort.  Nereida could find no peace and yearned for more, there was nothing in the elven lore which could quench her thirst and more time on her own gave her the chance to practice her magic, she longed for peace to no longer having to hide and the suffering of the world to be over.

Melina found her daughter in the village now alive with critters of the fey, tonight was different she handed her daughter a large package wrapped in leaves.

“take this my child…. Someday your greatness will outshine those stars. I see you on a great adventure, but you should seek out the help of a dragonbourne with scales as white as the fallen snow”

She cupped her daughters face in her long fingers gently kissing her forehead and wished her goodnight.  Melina withdrew into the trees and as she gazed upon her daughter, she knew in her heart that it was for the last time. Nereida settled herself and opened the package, inside lay enough provisions to last a week, jumping to her feet she began walking the whole time an internal argument of all the reasons she shouldn’t go coupled with all the reasons she could. It was then she realised that she had walked all the way to the border that for years her father had warned her never to cross…. A sudden rush filled her body as she took that step into the unknown, the guilt supressed by the building excitement she now felt.

Three days of walking would bring her to the sea and its menacing cliffs leering over her, she had to choose to go back or climb. Filled with determination she began her accent, but the weather grew unkind and a great storm set in fast. Her mind raced, filled with the horror stories of the villagers who told of trolls in the cliffs praying on the weak. Crashing waves, cracking lightening, and pounding rain, Nereida hands frozen and slippery from the rain. Great boulders began to fall, and fear of trolls consumed her, panic took its deathly grip on her heart as she scanned the darkness for help. a light or was it?… there it was again she crawled pulling herself in the direction as more boulders fell a burst of strength saw her dart into the mouth of a cave. She lay there, the hammering noise of the rain echoing around her as it bounced off the walls, she panted glancing up to see little lamp like eyes staring at her, but the bats didn’t seem to mind her presence.

Nereida found her feet soon enough and sneaked deeper into the cave, finding nothing but a glowing blue pool at its heart. Picking up a piece of drift wood she willed the end to light with fire, then she huddled around it for warmth as the tiredness set in and the thoughts of giving up filled her head.

“you have only just begun”

A male voice filled the cavern, Nereida filled with panic scanned around holding her torch up to help but there was nothing to be found. Uneasy she sat down, the pool seemed to be growing brighter or was its tiredness, she couldn’t take her eyes from it and eventually curiosity took over and she crept towards it edge…

The water burst forward wrapping itself around Nereida in a tight embrace pulling her down. The icy water shocked her system, the surface pulling away from her as she wildly tried to pull herself to its mocking surface. Nereida grew tired her legs and arms filled with pain with ever pull and still the water holds, her lungs now burn with the need for air. The taste of salt water hits her tongue and burns her throat, as the aching body gives in her final thought

“I will do anything to end the suffering of the world”


Air rushed into Nereida lungs like the waves that had pulled her in, short breaths burned like fire. She found herself on her hands and knees under the water but breathing like on land. The quivering water that surrounded her was hording its mighty power…. and it came again the voice.

“come my child there is much to discuss”

Sitting in a throne of gold was an older man but the body of an octopus.

“your name…. you’re the god of the sea…Aruna my dad told tales of you”

“smart man he was but to business”

“I’m yours now?”

“well child you don’t have to be, one click of my fingers and you can return to drowning”

Nereida full of concern was careful with her words

“what will you have me do?”

“nothing…. Well one day I will ask you to enter a body of water and well you will never return”


The old man laughed

“dear child no… but to live here, with me”

Tear ran down Nereida’s cheeks

“how long do I have up there?” she pointed to the surface.

“I can’t be bargained with…oh you were… I heard your thoughts, and someone should wash your mouth out. But now you said you would do anything and here I am offering”

“I didn’t… not what I meant….  What do I get in return?”

The god stood up and bobbing along on his tentacles towards her he spoke in a tone that was as soothing as the surrounding waters tune

“ah well I will give you the power and knowledge you seek to end the suffering, I will guide and teach you and I will gift you this…”

He clicked his fingers and before her a great staff appeared.

“you will become great and do amazing things in this world, with the help of some soon to be friends”

“the dragonbourne?”

The god nodded, then he opened his muscular arms wide awaiting a response.

Nereida walked over examining the staff, as she grew closer, she felt a power ripple through her body and without thinking she reached out and grabbed it. Panic filled her “no” and she let it go

“well…you let me know what you decide I can and will wait for you”

The water grew dark and the only light came from the staff, it was only now that she realised that even though she was cold her clothing was dry.

“well Nereida you have got yourself into this perhaps with his knowledge and power you can get yourself out of it or the dragonbourne can”

She kicked a giant shell screaming on frustration as she grabbed the staff again, her skin connected and a surge of energy blue in color seeped into her skin and then bursting from her in the form of a giant octopus. She broke the surface surrounded by the creature, causing the bats to flee into the morning sun.

Once on the shore the blue octopus evaporated into her chest as Nereida fell to her hands and knees she gasped for air, sorrow taking hold. Nereida lay crying as the voice of Aruna filled the cavern once more

“head East child that is where you find the help you seek”

Anger and determination filled her soul, as she pulled herself together and once more began her ascent up the cliff in search of adventure.

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Centuries ago dragons ruled the earth, powerful ruling, stealing and terrifying humans. Through the years the lands became barren and the gold and jewels soon dried up more than the land, the dragon became bored of the weakness of the world and slowly they took their leave. With this shift humans became bolder greedier and began to seek power of their own, in the years that followed it would come down to a battle between two armies, the first from the East by the name of Vitos greedy and determined to take over where the dragon had left off promising his followers a share if they helped him. The other a leader from the West by the name of Exos dreamed of a peaceful land like the days of old where land was plentiful and humans lived in harmony. On the eve of battle and sensing that he would be defeated Exos went a walk through the woods to the last great dragon cave, a pact was made: dragon strength and wisdom for the promise that he Exos would follow his heart’s desire and restore the lands upon winning this war. This pact came with a warning for once you are touched by a dragon it cannot be undone, future generations would be affected by the ruler’s choices and it could be a blessing or a curse in the bloodline. The dragon used its magic to craft a goblet of twisted tree roots and filled it with blood and as Exos drank it the dragon said

“chose your future wisely”

As the last drop hit, a raging fire became lit in his stomach, falling over clutching in pain, a scream of pain bursting from his jaws as Exos looked around wildly the dragon was gone. His muscles pulled and stretched and the fire spread, there is no one to hear those screams now.

The battle raged for almost a week many men lost their lives and more wished they had. The two leaders found themselves face to face and for hours they battled until Exos dealt the final blow of a sword to Vitos’s gut and it was over. In this brief moment the internal fire began to rage and the dragon words echoed I in his head, but the power was too great and greed consumed him. For many years the king ruled bleeding his people dry of their riches and becoming a tyrant. His bloodline spread throughout the world, however like all tyranny it does eventually end, a rebellion would see the king and all his descendants murdered accept one….

Targa stood at the top of the hill over looking the village, it was miserable place, surrounded by barren lands. Thin streams of smoke rising from the chimneys of little thatched roofs, the villagers trudging their way through the mud grunting acknowledgments at each other. The rain battered the ground so hard not even the worms would dare to break the surface, a pitiful place but the only one who would accept him.

He turned his head towards a grave marked only by draconic language which read Het nok unnamed gein (here lies the unnamed one.)

“I don’t know why you ever brought us here….” His voice was deep and old, and he spoke with bitterness through gritted teeth, placing his clawed hand upon the words, with a sigh he continued

“but I suppose I should be glad you did……. Mother”

As he wandered down the hill, the rain ran off his scales giving them the alluring look of pearls but falling to the ground like snow after grazing his cold scales. His dragon like feet sunk into the mud so deeply that if it was not for his size and great strength would have seen him stuck there. Other villages he entered has screamed and ran away from his unnatural appearance but not here, not Vallea, this was home.

Targa carried on through the village waving to the people as he past with a smile, stopping only to sooth a troubled horse and help free it from the mud he always had an ability with animals no one could really understand. He walked to the other side if the village, crossing a dangerously worn stone bridge caused by the raging rapid which passed underneath it directly from the mountains.

Targa began to sneak his way around the lifeless house, silently climbing the tree outside to effortlessly reach the upper floors. Maintaining this silence, he glanced in the window and sensing nothing he opened the window sneaking through. Choosing his steps carefully he made his way down the stairs missing a few that he knew creaked and pausing only at the bottom, sensing no presence he grinned striding across the kitchen and reached for the fresh bread laid on the table.

“phew you need a wash”

Saeclus was the oldest of the villagers and its advisor and leader of many years, the people trusted his judgment and not surprising due to the stories that had been passed down the generations. Now he lived in peace and age it seemed came a price of loosing his eye sight but as often happens his other senses heightened so much so that even Targa as cunning and stealthy as he was could sneak up on him. Targa had come to him as a baby in the arms of his mother fleeing her fate, she stumbled upon the village cold, hungry and scared. She knew that she could not outrun the hounds forever and so she begged Saeclus to take her son and hide him and in return she would run and never return. When the king’s men arrived in the village with the hounds they searched the houses but found nothing and they continued on down the road, but word spread that the girl was killed and fed to the hounds.

Saeclus raised Targa as his own and taught him farming, but also told him of his fate to better prepare him for the world that would fear and shun him.

Targa washed his giant hands returning to the table to tear at the bread like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“I suppose you will hunt again tonight?”

With a grunt Targa responded “bread and ale are no way to live old man”

Saeclus’s voice was filled with concern “but to do what you do, only draws attention to your existence”

Targa kissed the old man on the forehead causing him to drop his mug which was caught in the clawed hand returned to the old man.

“let them come”
“Targa… That power you have must be controlled, if not we don’t know what will happen or who you will become”

Targa at the door now wrapped a long clock around him, he opened the door being greeted by a now darkening pink sky and as he pulled the cloak to cover his face he said

“I won’t lose control”

For almost a week he hunted gather as much food as his arm could carry, enough to feed the village for a week. He whistled as he reached the crest of the hill looking at his mothers tree a pride filling him to be home…. Only the dull, muddy village now burned, hounds chased what was left of the villagers Targa dropped his haul and began to sneak his only thought now as a rage burned inside him…. Saeclus 

The house, his home was alight but he heard it faint and weak he heard the cries for help from upstairs. Targa leaped smashing through the window as a guard drove his blade deep into Saeclus, the rage building he grabbed the guard throwing him as his hound latched onto Targa’s arm its teeth barely scratching the skins surface but a yelp escaped it as its eyes locked with Targa’s and its coward for a moment before turning on it’s former master. Targa took Saeclus in his great arms and jumped out the window taking some of the drapes with him, as the screams of the guard faded, he realised it was too late and a darkness of despair consumed him as he realised that this was his fault. The hound was at his side its head hanging in morning as the fire raged engulfing the house Targa grew up in.

His eyes turned an ice blue as he wiped the tears from his face, a fire began to swirl in the pit of his stomach but no pain came with it, he stood up pulling his sword and his staff wrapping the torn drapes from under his foot and fastening it to his belt, he charged across the bridge the hound running with him at his heel and into the guards.

He went into a frenzy drawing the hounds to him with every meeting and they guided him to the guards where he showed no mercy. Until there was only one guard left, crawling backwards away from Targa fear in his eye the leader of these fowl creatures. He was pitiful and Targa was filled with an uncontrollable rage now reminding himself of his last promise.

“by the order of the king I sentence you to death”

Targa eyes whitened and he tilted his head at the guard as he continued

“your king demands your allegiance”

As Targa responded a blue fire ran down his arm, he found the words in draconic causing the guard to shake in fear.

“Zu’u lost nid jun uv mir “ (I have no king or allegiance)

With that the fire burst from him, leaving nothing, no guards, no hounds and the village was gone. The rain began to fall killing the last of the flames from Targa’s arm, he looked to the West and began walking.

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The witch

Lorcan was exhausted, the halfling had been keeping the house going for weeks now and while he didn’t mind and saw it as his purpose even, he had to admit that he was running out of energy.

“We have to do something; he can’t keep this up” Nereida whispered across the table.

“what can we do? It is not safe to be in the open with so many wounded” replied the half orc

“I can hear you, and I am fine.” Lorcan sleepily replied.

“Fine? Have you looked at yourself recently Lorcan?”

“Its what is on the inside that matters, and I am fine”

“One full day, between us we can keep each other safe surely” Nereida was almost pleading now.

“I told you….”

“We can indeed Nereida” Targa cut in.

“when… how?” stammered the halfling

“all in good time, now drop the house and get some well-earned rest, we can take it from here.”

Hours later the cave was filled with the echoing sound of Lorcan’s snoring, the group sat in a huddle whispering to each other while sparing worrying glances towards the dragonborn now sat crossed legged at the cave opening, blocking some of the storm from view.

Targa was still, breathing in deeply he closed his eyes releasing his grip on the sword which lay in front of him. Thoughts of his mother and father slowly seeped into his mind, until grief was about to take hold, he breathed deeper allowing the thoughts to pass. The dragonborn flexed his toes feeling the cool earth move beneath them, he moved his focus and then he felt it another energy moving through the earth.

“I know you are there…. Witch” the words were in his mind, a smirk crossing his face.

“My name is Aurora, Targa and you should use it”

“Aurora, like the sunrise”

“ironic really since I bring nothing but darkness, I really should thank you for freeing me”

“In doing that I have unleashed this terrible storm upon us”

“You… you think I did this?”

“who else would?”

“I think you are overlooking your own powers, come to me and I will show you”

The dragonborn opened his eyes, heart full of longing and an urge to go into the storm consumed him. He stood slowly placing the sword on his back and turned to his friends.

“We can’t sit here idle, I am going out there”

“Are you mad?”

“I will be alright, I’ve hunted in worse conditions than this just…. Just keep the fire burning high and I will be back soon”

They watched his great mass plough through the snow with ease, he approached the thick storm cloud. Targa paused reaching out his hand as it shifted creating a doorway.

He was filled with excitement, a longing pulling him forward and he was gone.

In the centre of the swirling storm was a figure, a skirt of chain mail complamenting the golden breastplate. The women had long claw like fingers, her face was beautiful despite the wide black pools she had for eyes and the long elven ears. Yet Targa looked at her in awe.

“Targa, finally we can speak face to face… please come and site.” with a wave of her hand she created two chairs from the earth.

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Dreams and Visions

“Will you please stop that racket” snapped Ravana

“my dear lady it is called singing” replied Lorcan trying to act offended.

“hmph what she said” replied the half orc

“well it’s not like there is anything else to do is it, until everyone finds their feet again, we are all stuck here” the halfling was sulking now.

The argument ended, there was no arguing with him they had been waiting for almost a week now. Aidene was weak but healing and her sister did not leave her side, Targa was running a fever and in and out so they waited. Since the disappearance of the forest a storm had been raging over the blast site and the group had to move to a nearby cave to seek shelter when Lorcans house magic ran out.

The halfling began to whistle, “LORCAN”

“Targa, you have grown so big and powerful”

“I wish I had been given more time with you”

“I wish that too, but you wouldn’t be the man you are if that was the case”

“I owe everything to my father, for keeping me on the right path and guiding me.”

“he has taught you well my son”

At this the dragonbourne looked up, confusion filling his mind.

“this…. This isn’t real, my friends where are they”

A shadow crossed his mothers face as she placed a hand on his forehead “my child you are burning up come lay down, you must rest for what is coming”

Suddenly Targa found himself in an old house, his mother gently guiding him to a couch to lay down. That’s when he woke up to find Lorcan placing a cold cloth on his head as he sang. He patted the hafling on the head.

“Geez lad, I’m not a dog”

“always with the jokes”

“ladies love a joke”

“I’m not looking for any ladies thank you”

“ah but you should, tis no greater thing”

“I will take your word for it”

The dragonbourne sat up, but became dizzy.

“where do you think you are going? You have unleashed a storm and in no condition to go waltzin around so sit and drink the soup”

“thanks, how long has it been?”

“around a week”

The two friends sat in silence, before Targa fell into a fitful sleep.

“Quietly now you will disturb the fish”

“sorry, dad”

They were in the forest, fishing their favourite thing to do together as something moved behind them causing Targa to raise his guard, they were not alone.

“you know, the fishing was much better in the older days”

“really, what changed?”

“people, people changed it, you see they started to take less care and show the lands less respect and now the numbers have dropped around here”

Targa thought he saw a shadow but it was gone he turned his attention to the fish, but something felt wrong, as he turned back to the direction of the shadow a figure took hold  of his face in its hands.

“come to me”

Targa’s eyes sprung open, and his head was clear.

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The whisper

“oh Targa, I tried to tell you, this world…. it is so flawed and at
times unforgiving”

“what?” a look of confusion came over his face. “you died
many years ago”

“where do you come up with these ideas boy, I am here aren’t I?”

“yes father” The dragonbourne’s head grew fuzzy with the world
becoming dull.

“Targa” he looked up as a dark shadow sprung behind his father but
he was gone, in his place now stood a figure clocked in black a long spear in
it’s hand.

“who are you, what did you do to my father?”

“Targa” voices in the distance distracted him for just a second,
but long enough for the figure to come next to him and take hold of his arm, he
gasped as it whispered.


Lorcan was frantically shaking the dragonbourne, tears streaking down his
face as he called out to his friend.

“come on lad, wake up”

Targa woke grabbing the hafling by the throat in fear, his eye wide as he
struggled to focus against the light. He searched for the shadow only releasing
his grip when the hafling punched him with what strength he could muster.

“Lorcan, I am sorry… I “

“ahh don’t worry about it” he gasped “bad dreams will do that
to ya”

“dreams… yeah” the dragonbourne rubbed his arm wincing when connecting with
where the figure had touched him.

“right laddie, we need to get you back to the house and get some rest, now
can you walk?”

“I… I think so”

“great now you can carry me” the two friends laughed, the wind blew cold and
the halfling shivered.

“bbrrr, let’s go quick eh, there is a storm brewing by the feels of it”

Slowly they walked back to the house, Targa raised his hand in greeting to
the others all of whom where now dancing around the hallway as he headed inside.
Ravana leaned against the wall, a smirk on her face, Targa glanced around the

“Aidene?” he asked

“uh no way Mr, you need to rest” she said

“but I need to see her, is she ok? What happened?” he was speaking so fast
it almost sounded like a ramble.

She placed the back of her hand on his forehead her eyes narrowed.

“you are burning up, you need to rest…. No Targa not another word, there
will be plenty of time for stories. For now go to bed and rest.

The halfling placed his arm around the dragonbourne pulling him towards his room,

“women eh lad, save their lives or take revenge on someone for thum and look
what thanks you get. There is no arguing with them really, think they know
everything they do…..”

“I heard that Lorcan”

“ye were meant to dear….”

“Lorcan, please tell me you are not upsetting Ravana” Nereida was looking
over the halflings shoulder at the dwarf, who was tapping her foot a defiant hand
on her hip.

“well… you see…. She… aw hell Sorry Ravana”

The halfling shrugged at dragonbourne who holding back a laugh.

“it’s not funny ye know…. Ouch move it ya big lout you heard the lady to bed
with you.”

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A tale with no title

As promised I have began to edit a tale I’ve been working on for some time now, too long perhaps and while I wont be sharing the whole tale with you all here is the first taster from it I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

The gentle, crystal resonant sound of the harp music filled the air mixed with a female’s song bouncing off the trees. Laughter mixed in the air with the smell of cooked meat. The suns warm rays filled the crystals causing colours to cascade across the forest floor, this was the city of Alanadell. A city hidden at the top of a hill by the thick trees and impossible to find and under its ground lay tunnels left centuries before. This peaceful community was led by Lord Aymon a tall elven male with eyes the colour of the sea, his skin almost translucent and long golden hair surrounded a kind yet at times stern face. At his side was Lady Eroan, her eyes the colour of sapphires filled with wisdom, and her kind smiling face the colour of pearls were surrounded by braided golden hair. They had ruled the lands of Alanadell for centuries in peace until the King had threatened to take that from them and the war began, they called for aid and it was received.

Today the Lord and Lady would repay their debt to Lord Thalgal Greyheart a dwarven lord from the North where the King had taken the land and mines and slain many, but still they came to help fending of the king’s army. Lord Thalgal was given the mountain under the elven city as thanks for their aid and together a new city would be created in secret. The tempers and differences where already beginning to show with Lord Aymon attempting to keep to elven traditions and Thalgal wishing for a great party and feast having no patience for the silliness of elves. The dwarf walked through the city slowly due his injuries, his mind wandering below the ground to the wonders beneath. As he walked, he thought how strange the land was where the children rarely survived past infancy and if it did, they were special when compared to the dwarven halls which were full of children playing there laughter ringing out into the darkness of the caverns of the deep. As the dwarf came into a clearing a single tree caught his eye its roots dancing in time with the music and under its branches there was a young woman with golden hair and pale skin, singing with a bird crimson in colour. The girl waved at Thalgal and he knew in an instant that it was Ayona, the daughter of Lord Aymon and Eroan, he had grown fond of her and the eagerness she had to learn about the dwarves and their customs.

“Ayona, what are you doing out here alone, shouldn’t you be helping your people get ready for tonight”

“and miss out on our chats my Lord I think not”

As the dwarf laughed suddenly there was a flash of fire, Thalgal grabbed his axe from his side and took a fighting stance his eyes wide and frantic as Ayona giggles rang loudly in his ears. Thalgal was cautious after his time fighting and scowled at the elf for her laughter, she took his arm and guided him over to find a small pile of ash laying on the ground, Ayona blew on the ash revealing a small beaked creature which she scooped up to show to the dwarf.

“A phoenix?” Thalgal asked.

“yes, my Lord, we have had many adventures the bird and I”

For hours the two talked of the customs of their people, Thalgal told stories of goat and bear riding warriors while Ayona spoke of healing and nature. Time moved slowly here and while the war had raged for many years Ayona had stayed young and witnessed none of it living peacefully with her people. As Ayona looked down to the axe at the dwarf’s side he smiled

“ever tried one of these?”


“well lass there is always a first time, here” Thalgal held out the axe

Ayona took it her arms dropping from the weight of it, the dwarf stifled a laugh this only caused her to become frustrated. With all her might she pulled at the axe lifting it off the ground and with one swing found it lodged in the tree. The dwarf spent some time trying to remove it not because of the strength of the swing but from his own laughter, it eventually dislodged and Ayona began using her magic to heal the tree.

“wait a minute…… I’ve seen that before the king uses it and I know what it can do to people” the dwarves face was turning red with anger.

“please my Lord Thalgal…. I would…. my people would never use it like that, the king whoever he is well he is not one of my people and we would never hurt anyone.” Ayona pleaded.

“forgive an old warrior lass, I’ve only ever seen the bad side of it all”

Ayona smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder, she was much taller than the dwarf, but she had grown fond of him. At that moment Lord Aymon came into the clearing.

“there you are, come we have a feast to attend my dear friend”

Ayona hugged her father then turned to the dwarf placing the phoenix on his shoulder with a smile.

“her name is Flono, and if you ever need help just call for her”

“well lass all I need now is an eye patch and a ship and we are sorted” said the dwarf

“It may take some time Thalgal, but we can arrange a ship for you and as for the eye patch I’m sure if you explain it could be acquired as well” replied Lord Aymon.

A thunderous laugh burst from the dwarf’s mouth “you elves really crack me up you know that”

The elves looked at each other in confusion, while Thalgal who had never really looked at the beauty of Alanadell each house was crafted into the trees and the jewelled canopy made the lights brighter and a warm white glow grew through the trees. The city was illuminated with a sense of calm and peace with the sound of animals and water filling the air.  As the light of the mid-day sun began to fade the group joined the table where dwarves and elves were sharing stories and laughing, a sight unheard of in the history of the world and so the new story of the elves and dwarves was beginning. As the merriment grew into the night Flono found her way onto Ayona shoulder and shaking nuzzled into the elf, as she turned to comfort the small bird a chill filled the air and the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. In the distance of the crowd came a scream and panic soon followed as Ayona gazed up a shadow fell over Alanadell.

To be continued……….

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Page update

Hi everyone

just to let you guy know I have created a page on here called the diaries of home schooling, yip I know obvious what that is about but I thought it would be fun to share our journey through the scary adventure of the unknown world of home schooling so enjoy if you wish.

Stay safe everyone.

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Hello dear readers I apologise for my lack of content recently life has a weird way of just consuming you. So I have made the choice to put Targa and the gang on hold for now (I know im sorry) I don’t have the time to keep going, however after weeks of thinking I have decided that due to writers block it is time to begin an edit on something I’ve been working on for over 10 years and I’ve become rather attached to the characters and I hope you will too, now while I wont share the whole story with you all (let’s be honest I want you all to buy it when I take the leap to publish it) but I want to share it with you in the hopes that it sparks some fire for writing again. So keep your eyes on the page because it will be up soon.

Please feel free to feed back and comment.

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After the dawn

It came as a whispering in the air at first, the cold air blew towards the forest, the spider queen ordered her slaves to work through the pain and mend the hollow. They felt it then, that cold air filled with grief and anger the queen hide with in the funnel web as day by day the frost took hold of her webbed kingdom and slowly her children came to her feet crying for shelter.

The dragonborn watched Nadora sharpening her knives, it had only been a few hours since she last screamed at him after he had asked if there was anything he could do to help her feel better and dared not to ask again but he would not leave her. In the hours that passed an anger began to take over him, he meditated but he couldn’t switch off, like an internal fire it burned seething to the surface and slowly he lost control. It was subtle at first the air around him grew colder as he fell deeper into a trance the cold air spread causing Nadora to look around, she got up worry crossing her face she walked over, Targa felt her presence and a smile raised in the corner of his mouth but he did not open his eyes. Nadora sat beside him looking out towards the woods her heart broken, through the cold she reached up to her cheek finding a tear frozen there.

“they don’t deserve to live after what they did” she said

“and they won’t” Targa slowly got to his feet as a blue flame covered his arm “get inside”

“no, you can’t go alone”

“don’t worry and don’t argue with me get inside”

“Targa…” the dragonborn turned his once blue eyes now white as snow and filled with malice,

“no one must leave that house until my return” he said

“be careful” Nadora retreated to the house as she slowly closed the door she watched as Targa disappeared into the trees.

The darkness retreated from the soft blue glow from the dragonborn hands, the spiders had retreated deeper into the forest sensing the anger that had entered the forest. Targa reached out his hand touching the webbing causing it to freeze spreading rapidly. He had witnessed and admired may spiderwebs in a thick frost in the years of hunting, but those feelings were not here now. As the frost took a life of its own Targa continued walking inwards. Until in front of him stood a mighty wall of black, only it was moving, and thick hairs moved around, he had found the spider queens burrow.

“COWARDS, I should have known that you all would be hiding, and where is she”

The swarm burst forward and the spider queen came scuttling out of the burrow, venom dripping from her fangs and her face full of fury.  She ran straight at him, using her long front legs to knock him to the ground and there she held him.

“how dare you? May I remind you that you came here into my woods and that girl insulted me and now you come back to do the same”

“We came in peace you and your so-called children attacked us”

“my children are hungry, and that girl would betray you before the end so really I did you a favour”

“you don’t know that”

“it has been written since before you were born”

“what was written?”

“that before the king’s death there will be a mighty betrayal from one who knows the king so well”

“That could be anyone you had no right to do what you did”

“I had every right to kill her…”

Targa had pulled his blade and sent it plunging into the queen’s abdomen, she screamed in pain as the dragonborn spoke

“she isn’t dead” pushing his arm up and the blade deeper she was gone.

The horde of spiders had regrouped and were headed straight for Targa, as the rage began to build the blue flame streaked down his arm as he pleaded with them to stop, but it was unheard, and they advanced. Unable to contain the rage it burst from him in a bright white light causing him to blackout.

When Nadora and Lorcan opened the door again the woodland was gone and, in the distance, they could see Targa laying motionless in its wreckage, they called for the others and took off running.

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The power of dreams

Now dear readers don’t go thinking that I am talking about those wonderful images that dance through your mind while you sleep where you don’t want to wake in the morning or those ones that terrify us so much that all we want to is wake ourselves up. No what I am talking about is those dreams that we have for ourselves, those hopes and aspirations…. Those dear readers are the most powerful of all.

It has become a bit of a bee in my bonnet lately, words are the most powerful tool we have. Seriously think about it for a minute…. You can literally say something, and it can make someone’s day or ruin it, words stick to us for a long time and they can manifest in a person’s mind long after they are said and with the power to do the most damage.  It seems that it is more likely that we will say what we think with little thought for how it might affect someone and why are we putting pressure on people to live or do things a certain way? Why do we poke fun and make people the butt of our jokes? Am I being too selfish with my dream? Am I being unrealistic in what I had hoped for?

Here is the thing I believe in the power of the dream, it is what drives us, empowers us and well just fills us with hope…. So maybe it is a little selfish but that is ok and hey other people are entitled to their opinions, but they should learn to keep it to themselves. Would I have made it this far without those dream… probably not.

Growing up for as long as I can remember was I dreamed of was moving to some far off land, being a wife and having kids, I also remember being laughed at in school for those hopes and dreams because well “its not a real job” (try telling that to any parent on the planet) As I got older my dreams didn’t change but expanded I wanted to help people and here we are today. I still have those -Lets call them hopes not dreams- only now I see things a little different I will help people through my business, and I have the absolute pleasure of being a mum to the kindest, thoughtful and just awesome kids ever. My son is set to be a football star with writing skills that will far surpass my own and a daughter who is nothing like I dreamed because she is far superior to that, seriously she makes me beam with pride. I still dream of the fairy tale ending after all these years but now it gets to with my best friend, my biggest supporter and side kick, and while it might be a big expense to some people followed by a party to me it will be a complete expression of love for that person and a celebration for what we built together… and I sit at my laptop with tears of absolute joy in my eyes at the very thought of that hope and I challenge anyone to tell me any different because who are they to tell me not to live for that dream or to change it to fit their needs and expectations.

I guess what I am trying to encourage you to think about is this… life is too short and fragile to care what other people believe our only true limit is ourselves, if there is something out in the world that you want then you reach for it, no matter how long it takes keep reaching, wake up each day with the thought of today I fight back and the universe is sure to open those doors for you. Go on try it I believe in you.

I don’t know what is in the future, but I can’t wait for it.

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The inner voice

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Have you ever thought about doing something, I don’t mean an everyday things no I mean those things that are hard enough that there is a strong possibility you would stay in you pyjamas in bed instead, but you go through with it because you know it will be beneficial in the long run. That my dear readers is the inner voice or gut instinct and we should all be paying more attention to it, as I am a geek let’s call this Yoda, however there is a dark and nasty side to the inner voice who we will refer to as a gremlin who’s been fed after midnight.

You see everyone will have a Yoda, but for some people someone in their head has left the fridge door open and unleashed the gremlins. They take the slightest smallest doubt and expand it… dress it in fruit…. put some red lipstick on and sing New York. Yes, I know I watch too many movies, but it fits.

When I think of this time last year, I had no fridge just gremlins in full swing of musical numbers every hour of every day – I know exhausting – it got to the point where getting out of bed was getting harder by the day. In full swing the gremlins are easier to listen to than Yoda, shut yourself off from the world and forget who you are and just in case you have forgotten:  you are strong, caring, loving, determined, compassionate, and a fighter. Here is the thing while those little horrors can take over every thought in your amazing head, give that good side (Yoda) a little nod and boom your whole thought process can change you need only a little spark to set that star shooting through your thoughts.

I have said in a previous blog about speaking to my negative thoughts in order to stop them from manifesting, well I couple that with some Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT) or tapping. Alright I’m getting there, so it is also known as the psychological acupressure and works by unblocking your energy system – I know it’s cool. The treatment involves using your fingertips rather than needles to tap on the energy meridian points, I have found it quick and effective for anxiety and stopping the gremlins from taking over, I highly recommend looking it up.

Here is an example so the other day I didn’t get the reaction I was looking for, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut and my mind started to race tears building in my eyes. Then someone special reminded me who I was and gave me a cuddle, it was enough to stop the tears and light the spark. I sat in the other room gremlins banging at the door and I started tapping within a short space of time boom there it was my next plan, you see I already knew what my next step should be I just had to unlock it or clear the path.

Your powerful mind can too remember you are braver than you think and today could be the day you fight back, if you wish it. I have no idea what today holds but I do know I will give it 100% because I have been in the dark with gremlins for far too long.

Wishing you all a great Monday from Scotland 😊

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Webs and fates.

The world has changed, I smell it’s despair in the air, my feet sense its pain through the earth. For many years I have lived here cursed and forgotten but now my dear children something is coming.

The group had travelled for days and now found themselves on the mountain surrounded by trees, exhaustion taking over them. Targa took watch Nereida approached him slowly still not fully recovered.

“You should be resting”

“I can’t, not when it is my fault, we are all here and we have no idea what we are walking into” replied Nereida

“well we need help and from what I can tell this is how we get that, so don’t worry we are strong together than apart”

“Targa what if I have brought us to our deaths? I hear this stupid voice in my head all the time and he isn’t a good person”

“That is doubtful Nereida, but if it is then I hope that our story will be heard, and more people will fight the king now please rest.”

Targa sat for hours his eyes scanning the treeline for movement, his mind wandered to times when he would hunt the thrill of it the calm he felt there, then he thought of his father and the times he had spent in the woods and his heart ached at his loss. It was at this moment when grief threatened to consume him that the halfling Lorcan broke the silence startling the dragonborn.

“Geez it’s clammy in here”

“Lorcan what are you doing awake?”

“ah well I am rested surprisingly and not being in my little house has me on edge if I’m honest I’m not one for the wilderness laddie so why don’t you get some rest and let me take over I think we have a busy day ahead of us”

Targa bowed his head and joined the group for rest, Lorcan fanned himself sweat running from his brow and his breathing getting shallow.

“it really is hot in here, alright focus Lorcan, focus” he glanced at the group and his eyes lingered on Nereida he smiled.

“what would a girl like that see in a little guy like me, focus Lorcan focus you have a job to do”

The air changed a sweet smell filled the halflings nose and he grew sleepy, his eyelids were heavy and drooping, he slapped his face shaking off the sleep, but it was no use sleep took hold.

Targa awoke blood rushing to his head, he was unable to move, his eyes struggling to focus through a white haze. As his ears adjusted, he could hear the faint mumbles from his friends, his heart took a leap he had encountered this before.

“No one move, we are in trouble”

“No way Targa I would never have guessed” responded Aidene.

“when I get my hands on you Targa your going to have a problem.” Replied Ravana

“Actually guys, it’s my fault I made him go and rest. So, if you must punish anyone it’s me”

As the group began shouting at the halfling, Targa focused on each voice checking no one had been lost, then he focused he fully understood the dangers they were in. He drew upon his energy releasing cold air into the thick sticky tangle and using his great feet he kicked himself free falling to the ground, he rushed to free his friends. Galurak grabbed Lorcan by the collar and lifted him, Targa rushed over.

“now is not the time my friend” he said

“listen to Targa, he is wise” Lorcan said in a panic.

“You, you’re the reason we are in the whatever mess we are in”

“what is this stuff it is so sticky?” said Nadora

“it’s a web” replied Targa

“don’t be silly Targa spiders could do that” said Aidene

“erm Nereida I wouldn’t be so sure of that, look” replied Ravana

As they looked around, their eyes were greeted by a dark and looming woodland some of the trees were dying and a think white webbing covered every inch of the tops. The air was thick, and the sunlight was blocked by it.

“It is spiders, I’ve faced them before” said Targa

“well what should we do?” asked Galurak

“stick together and don’t touch anything it will only draw them to us”

“erm Targa” said Nadora pointing at Nereida

The half elf was now in the middle of a stream of black tar like water, which was winding and twisting over her skin holding her in place as she swayed against it. The group rushed to her aid but as they drew closer to her a wall of water sprang up surrounding her, Targa tried to freeze it and the half orc tried to attack it both were sent flying backwards. The group watched helplessly as Nereida was held within its grasp, then as suddenly as it had started, she awoke for the trance and walked from the water completely dry.

She looked at her friends a little embarrassed “I’m sorry I scared you all, water…. It lets me speak to him among other things”

“if we make it out of here you need to explain this” said Ravana

“the witch is near” continued the half elf.

“where, this place is one giant trap and we need to get out” replied Targa

“NO, we need to go in”

“in? you really are mad…. This is the home of giant spiders if we go in, we aren’t coming out”

“Targa, I know this is hard to believe but she lives in there at the heart of it all, we have come this far we must continue”

“I don’t like this…… and who is making that clicking noise it is annoying as hell” said Aidene

As she gazed around the group shrugged it off in protest and then they became aware of movement all around them, they drew their weapons readying for a fight as a strange screeched filled the air Nereida walked away from them.

“We mean no harm and we only wish to speak to the queen of these lands, the all mighty and powerful Ette”

A strange whisper responded “proceed but we are watching you”

The spiders kept hidden, but their shadows fell behind the group giving the impression that there was only one way they could go, they began walking saying close together with the clicking growing less as more spiders fell behind.

“we could go invisible and run for it” piped up Lorcan

“that’s an idea” agreed the twins

“we have come this far” said Galurak


“if it is a fight then it shall be a good one”

“your orc kind always with the violence” replied Ravana with a smirk

“be on your guard all of you” instructed Targa.

Ravana in her gazing around stumbled over a stone causing her to lose her footing and landed on a web, it was tough and sticky she struggled to free herself. As she pulled herself free there was a thundering sound of feet scuttling across the ground in the darkness followed by hasty clicking and the movement stopped. As the dwarf and the rest of the party peered through the webbing, they caught sight of a glint of light lightly shining on several eyes, Ravana backed away slowly.

“this is a mistake we should go” she stammered

“we had no choice” replied Nereida

“there is always a choice” snapped Ravana

“the choice was this or death”

“Great we are probably going to die anyway”

“lets just keep going” stuttered Lorcan

The woods grew darker like they had always been that way and knew nothing of light, the web was thicker now and in the darkness the half elf could make out spiders above there heads now but they were only babies, the webbing extended in front of the friends and as they looked it they took in the complexity of it and fear grew of what lay within it funnel. Suddenly a female voice echoed from it

“who wanders so aimlessly into my kingdom, a group of self-proclaimed heroes I imagine… too bad that none of you will see the light of another day”

Targa drew his blade and the others followed, Nereida held her hands out

“great Ette queen of the spiders and the most powerful of your kind, please allow us council and guide us” she said

“oh, it begs to be spared and guidance”

“I do not beg your highness merely ask, after all we have the same goal in mind”

The web shook and again the sound of feet could be heard, the group could only stare at the web tunnel. The baby spiders disappeared higher out of sight, just as the tips of legs covered in dark spiky hairs emerged from the tunnel. Next came the body of the creature the hair thicker and as it emerged from the tunnel pulling itself up to reveal the body of a women, a menacing set of fangs sat just below the waist. Her arms were exaggerated by the long claws on the end of her fingers

“a mind reader, are you? Well let’s see what you can do”

In that moment Nereida dropped to her knees her hands clutching her head, her mouth open in silent scream. The group moved to help but the queen spoke quickly

“if you value your friend, I wouldn’t do that” she grinned

“let her go” said Galurak

“you know I’ve heard enough from you” she clicked her fingers and Galurak fell silent.

Lorcan had a thought through his panic, and he removed a mole skin from his pack and through the water from inside over Nereida causing the spider queen to laugh.

“how stupid can you be to think that would help” she shot a web at the halfling causing him to disappear into the trees.

Targa made the air cold in his building rage, and she turned her attention to him

“well what do we have here…. I haven’t…… what…. what is this?” she began to scream in pain her body curling up from it.

A blue aura of an octopus now surrounded Nereida and she was now floating her eyes pure white. Her friends just stared in shock as a male voice left her lips.

“listen to the girl Ette or you will….”

Nereida fell to the ground panting as the spell ended, Ette quickly recovered a confused look across her face.

“I am sorry that he has chosen you child….”

“well my fate is no different from yours, but I will not use the power against you I only come to ask for help if you will permit it”

“I will listen”

“we are here because of the king”

Anger grew in the queen as she sent vibrations through the webbing, Nereida spoke with purpose

“please we are not here to fight we are looking to destroy him is all”

“destroy him…. He deserves to suffer for what he did”

“and he will I promise or else I will give myself willingly to you to decide my fate”

The queen laughed “your fate is already decided little one and I will not cross the God of the deep. But I can help you”

“thank you”

“the key to his destruction can be found on an island to the East, a forgotten land where dragons once roamed. There you will find a temple and with training they can teach you all you need to know. Although the dragonborn already has the power if only he could harness it”

“that is your suggestion…. Go to an island” said Aidene

“child there are trials to be passed to prove you worthy first and you with your cheek I am unsure if you would be”

“HEY, I am”

The spider queen laughed, then pulling a stick from her hair allowing it to fall over her shoulders she held a vile which she held out for Nereida, the half elf took it looking at Ette confused.

“a vile of my venom, use it wisely a single drop is enough to kill a man”

Nereida bowed thanking the queen

“now you and the dragonborn are free to go, as for the rest of you”

“wait… what? no”

“my dear girl you two are pivotal to the cause, but I will not allow such insubordination to exit my woods.”

“I’m sorry” said Aidene

The spider queen smiled, at that moment spiders descended from the treetops white poison dripping from their fangs. They landed on the ground their hairy legs sweeping over it as they advance on the group, Aidene pulled her weapon and swung at the nearest one slicing through its fang. As she looked at her friends smiling in victory a great fang of the spider queen sunk into Aidene skin and foam escaped her mouth. Filled with rage Targa sprang forward the queen shrinking away from the cold he picked up Aidene and retreated to the group they were surrounded.

“HEY ugly, did you forget about me…. you need to learn some manners yourself.” Called Lorcan

The spider queen scowled at the halfling, and nodded at the spiders, they began to reel themselves like they were attached to a fishing line.

“LORCAN RUN” shouted Targa

“in a minute” the halfling danced around the branches waiting as the spiders got closer then just as their hairy legs began to tickle his feet he jumped down pulling the web with him, the spiders screamed in pain as the suns rays burst through the canopy hitting the queen who shrivelled up into a ball on the forest floor.

“what are we waiting for let’s get out of here” called the halfling and they began running the web still attached to his arm letting more light in with every step as the web was pulled away.

The group kept running until they reached the outskirts of the woods, Targa placed Aidene on the ground as her sister ran over cradling her lifeless body. Lorcan didn’t waste anytime and began to work speaking words with Nereida helping both worked together on the girl.