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“So”, Gabrey said, “is war the only path to peace in this damned kingdom? Can I never escape this endless cycle? I suppose I was being a dreamy fool. Must be the dungeon. But even still, Lord Vaern, I do not serve you, and I have no reason to believe…

It was midday when they sighted Baek Town. The riverside road had broadened into a respectable path, It turned inwards towards the town walls, lined with small shops and shacks. The town seemed to have bloated and spilled out into the world from its gates, as many rickety wooden buildings…

“My lord!” called out the hooded man, breathless from the long run. He was in the waiting hall outside the chambers of his lord. His lord’s residence was unique, it was dull and decrepit on the outside and most of its rooms were worn as well, but the hall and…

Gabrey awoke the next day, sprawled in the mud. Horn was dozing while sitting up. They were at the river’s edge. Three big mounds in the mud bulged a way off their camp. They were slowly sinking into the river. The horses were nowhere to be seen. Gabrey tried to…

Gabrey ducked. The halberd went whizzing in an arc over his head. He slung the axe out from his waist, and swung upward, an underhand swing that chopped the halberd’s axe head right away from the shaft. Captian Treth gasped in shock, and that was all the opening Gabrey needed.…

The nigh was chill, a wet kind of cold ensued from the river. The riverbank had thick mud that slowed their gait. Every now and again, they would hear the owl’s hoot or the wolf’s howl from the woods that lined the former Castle Fijor’s grounds. They had been travelling…

“My good man Horn”, Gabrey said. “I did not live four years in that dungeon, surviving on naught but rats and dripping water, to give up here. If there is one thing I will never do, it is give up. If there is one thing that my life has taught…

Castle Fijor was located near the banks of the wide but placid Froth River. It had been laid to siege by the armies of the usurper, General Curabfes. His cannons and catapults had all but annihilated the castle, its Lord Blay and his armies, forcing them to flee from a…

The dungeon was dark and cramped; it reeked of mold and slime. Most of the ceiling had caved in from the years of constant siege and subsequent neglect that the forsaken castle had endured. A big, hairy, crooked spider struggled clumsily over the wet rocks, feeling its way up the…