The Stormwatcher

The snow and cold bit at his exposed skin, the winter wind snaked through his armor and tore at his core, stripping away his warmth. ...

An Average Day

His arrow notched against his bow firmly, silently drawing back as his hand tugged at the string; ever silent his gaze drifted to the skyl...

The Judgement of He Who Has Remained

Leaves brushed across his face, the heavy scent of Fall in the air danced through his nose; however, for once Alorinis Bloodarrow did not ...