#luceal

There was a thunderclap, a rush of wind, and the sound of glass, followed by a profound silence.

Holding Essedri tighter to make sure we were still in the land of the living, I cracked open an eye to see Candidius had been replaced by a young woman in gleaming green and gold armor, teeth bared and eyes blazing – wisps of light swirling about her with an almost tangible glamor.

Trinisa?

Tearing my…

Knife’s Edge

I was forced to my knees, the pain bringing a bit of clarity with it, and I looked up to see the head priest gazing down at me, clad in his mantle of cold moonlight, his vaguely-seen visage pale and twisted like the statues in the hall, features uncanny in the unnatural illumination. Inhuman, almost.

One thing I didn’t have any trouble seeing was the mirror-bright blade of Sa’Lithra hovering mere…

“But bring me that one,” she added, crooking a finger at me. “I think it’s well past time we had a little chat – person to person.”

The intent behind her choice of words was clear: driving wedges into the gap that already existed between us. I didn’t like what that implied.

But what choice did I have? I could endure a few minutes of Luceal if it meant sparing the Lycans from the ministrations of…

The Hellhold, as it turned out, was not as awful as the name implied, at least as far as the accommodations were concerned.

The cells comprised only a handful of the many underground chambers beneath the expansive grounds of Nyemo’s Cathedral Alassai – the Sunspire. We had only seen the surface for a moment before we were escorted beneath, but the parts I had witnessed were equal parts impressive…