Circles of Influence

His plate mail dragged at him, but his conscience pulled more. He stank of fresh gore and sweat and yearned for release from all of it. He sat and rested his aching head in his hands. His search for his horse brought him to an emerald pocket in the ancient forest. When had he started … Continue reading Circles of Influence

Speck

A mote was fashioned upon a peculiar lathe. Its childhood was spent in fire and it left behind cinders when it set out on its odyssey. Troopers named it Breakheart and rained war down on it. Breakheart lived its name and obliterated the troopers. Changed in this crucible of fate, the mote was Quietforge henceforth. … Continue reading Speck