July 2009
3 posts
3: Hunting
Something startled Jaydren awake. Trying not to tense, he forced himself to continue breathing normally, listening. For a few long minutes there was nothing. Just as he was about to open his eyes to take a look, he heard it. The sound of a padded paw settling atop a dry twig. It was just such a popping noise that had woken him in the first place.
He slowly rolled over, yawning and stretching...
2: Origins
Death Walker… The scorn and fear invested in those two words was always the same. Everyone feared them, starting at an early age. Sometimes children were tested by roaming Death Walkers, to determine whether they had what it took to become one themselves. The test was very painful and few managed to get around it. Jaydren himself had a jagged scar on his left hip that sometimes bothered...
1: Beginnings
Jaydren wandered into the inn, leaves falling in clumps from his boots. He had wandered for a long time before stumbling on the Shiny Badger.
“Hey! A pitcher of whatever swill you serve here! And what’s to eat?”
The bartender, a large man with that scowl endemic to tenders of bar the world over, pointed to the fireplace. “Stew roasting. Half a silver for a bowl of that...