Wildfire Riders

Some time later, the sound of clanking chains heralded the prisoner’s arrival in the main fortress yard. Verdus had chosen to pass the time by standing outside next to the cart, hands clasped in front of him, staring intently at a particular spot of dirt. There was nothing particularly special about...

Parking the cart in the dead center of the fortress grounds, Verdus took an envelope out of his coat and climbed down. Ignoring all of the other grunts in the yard, he walked straight toward the command tower with the envelope’s blood-red seal clearly visible to any onlookers. Nobody at Krom’gar For...

(( I'm including this now-complete story over here, since it has some... connections to other shenanigans going on. 0:) )) Verdus couldn’t help but fidget as he drove the cart up the dusty mountain path. As a druid he was no stranger to wearing another’s shape, but this time he just couldn’t seem to...