Thursday, March 31, 2016

Jeshen: Resolution (Post 3/3)

Konstance Rittar, Senior Armsman to the Imperial Heir Minor, had to be at least six feet tall. It was an entrance requirement for the Home Guard of the Imperial Marines, from whom almost every Imperial armsman was recruited. In his imperial uniform, he was a big and imposing man.

On the street, in well worn casual overalls over a baggy tunic shirt, he looked ... unnoticeable. It was eerie, to say the least.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Jeshen: Ride Through the Fife (Post 2/3)

Horses were the wealth of Fife Magara. The illiarium mines, which mostly produced the green-shaded diamonds at an industrial grade, provided luxuries for the fife, but the horses bought the staples.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Jeshen: Summoned (Post 1/3)

Lord Pitor Magara was late. Jeshen pursed his lips in exasperation. His father never had thought Jeshen's time was valuable, and he wasted it frequently. While Jeshen appreciated the finer things in life, spinning his thumbs in his father's study was not one of them. Lord Pitor liked his clutter; Jeshen despised the haphazard juxtapositions. Not that any of the clutter was déclassé; no, it was just all thrown together with no thought for the visual appeal, and Heavens help the poor maid who thought to straighten things up in here.

An evil idea sparked in Jeshen's mind, tugging a sly grin onto his face.


Thursday, March 10, 2016


Rittar checked his side arm as he entered the palace gardens. It wasn't that he expected trouble -- well, no more than usual. Paranoia was as basic a requirement for an armsman as it got. Touching his weapons comforted Rittar, and he was far from happy with this latest task. Thin-lipped, he headed for the smaller maze entrance.

The Dry Suit


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