Into the Darkness
Bjorke tilted the Guild record book towards the window, squinting at it. “Blast this place! Why is it so gloomy here?”
Edrick scowled at her. “What are you doing? You are supposed to be resting.”
Sighing, Bjorke replied, “Just going over some records. Why don’t these blasted elves believe in lighting their houses?”
Looking around at the bright sunshine pouring in the small house, Edrick asked, “What do you mean? Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“I’m fine! I keep telling you that. I just want to go home where I can have my own things, my own bed, and proper lighting!” Read the rest of this entry »
The Healing Begins
Bjorke had slept deeply while Edrick was gone. So deeply that Silvas had to check to see if she was breathing several times. But the moment he returned, Bjorke awoke.
“Eskor…” Her eyes opened and she searched for his face.
“I am here, Bjorke.” Silvas brought a fresh bowl of warm water, and a clean cloth, then cast another wave of healing energy over her, before slipping quietly out. Edrick helped her sit up, bathing her, and helping her into clean clothes. Bjorke protested the entire time, saying she was fine, she could manage, but Edrick merely chuckled at her. “I am sure you could, my beloved. But let me do this for you.” Read the rest of this entry »
Alive
“Thank you for coming, Brother. Her wounds are more than I can heal.”
“Anything for you, Brother. Or for her.”
Silvas entered the small house, and crossed over to where Bjorke lay on a low bed, her face pale, her breathing labored and raspy. He knelt and placed his hand on her head. Lowering his head, he concentrated and channeled healing energies into her. Read the rest of this entry »
A Dish Best Served Cold
“Sit,” Aeron Bastual ordered, in Common.
“No.”
His hand lashed out and slapped her violently across the face. Bjorke wiped the blood from her mouth and grinned at him.
“Sit!”
“No!”
His green eyes flared, and his hands began to glow. “Feel my power! You will obey!”
Pain seared behind her eyes. Bjorke bit her lip trying to resist, but the urge to do his bidding was too strong. She sank to her knees in front of him.
“To think my sister was killed by someone so weak, so pitiful.” He sneered at her. Read the rest of this entry »
Trade Off
Bjorke came to in the bowels of Undercity. She recognized it right away, having spent extensive time on a reconnaissance mission there. Her head ached from the blow, and her stomach churned. “Must have been something in that drink,” she thought. She lifted her hand to rub the lump on the back of her head only to discover that she was chained. She reached for her boot, to get her tools, but no boots. “Blast,” she muttered.
An enormous troll sauntered in, grinning at her. At least, it looked like a grin, but hard to tell with those tusks. The stench of him overpowered her, and she turned her head and retched. She tried to wipe her mouth, but the chains were too short. Twisting her head, she managed to wipe her mouth on her shoulder. Turning back, she glared at the troll. He cackled and tossed some rags on the floor, and said something to her in Orcish. Bjorke recognized one of the words, the one he used to address her. Read the rest of this entry »
