Tales from Atlea

A Chronicle of Events in No Certain Order

Month: August, 2015

[The Drain – 03] A Strange Bed

Maeryn awoke alone in an unfamiliar room. Her memory was hazy after her escape and she wasn’t sure how long she’d been out. Her body protested as she moved, but she sat up anyway and tried to get her bearings.

“Good. You’re awake.”

A match flared, a lantern was lit, and light filled the room. Maeryn recognized the shorter of the two riders she’d run into earlier. He had short, rough-cut hair and thick stubble, which Maeryn noted as unusual. Vyorians generally wore their hair longer. Read the rest of this entry »

[The Drain – 02] Escape

A series of glows in the small of his back jolted Ulric into consciousness. He hurt as though he’d been thrown into a brick wall. He vaguely remembered something hitting him in the chest and knocking him off his horse. Another blow landed on the small of his back, disrupting his concentration.

“All right! I’m awake.” Read the rest of this entry »

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