Shelter. I need to find shelter. Damn bandits. Came out of nowhere. Left me for dead. The others… oh fuck, the others. Hopefully they died quick. There’s nothing left. Bastards razed the cart once they took everything. No weapons, no food, nothing but the bloody clothes on my back. Damn them all to Baltevmt. AContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 6 FINALE”
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Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 5
We pore over the details in his hut, a cozy little home with walls covered in animal skins and taxidermy heads. Various bladed weapons are hung up as well, a testament to the Smith’s level of skill. Several scrolls fill up the table at which we sit, their contents ranging from different types of metalContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 5”
Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 4
The wind whistles as it throws snow all about. For a moment, it sounds like a neighing horse in the distance. Despite the flurries and the sound, the Smith’s hammering rings out and the glow of the forge melts through the darkness. That warmth comes over me as I draw near, the snow disappearing inContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 4”
Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 3
The flurries fly around in a heavier downfall, but Winter’s bite remains the same. I set eastward, eyes combing through the darkness between the pines. As I trek, there are only the trees, the snow, and the increasing wind. The Smith’s devilish grin creeps into the forefront of my thoughts, and through the windowpane ofContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 3”
Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 2
Deep into the wood comes a clanging. Metal slams hard into metal, a sharp cry in the night. The sound guides me through the trees until an orange glow flickers amongst the darkness. Scents of burning steel and calming lavender waft through the air as I draw near. A forge comes into view, alive andContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 2”
Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 1
Our breath makes little puffs of steam in the cold winter air, but at least we have the campfire to keep us warm. The moon hangs high in the frigid sky, giving us a little more illumination. The forest sleeps around us, only the nocturnal beasts playing in the dark. We huddle close to theContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Smith, Chapter 1”
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