Aftermath
Anthony Reynolds
Flames crackled in the ornate fireplace set against the south wall within.
There were a number of empty seats at the table.
Anthony Reynolds
Flames crackled in the ornate fireplace set against the south wall within.
There were a number of empty seats at the table.
Dana Luery Shaw
“It must be important.”
“We’ve gotten wind of a new type of breather. Not just a filtration unit. An air purifier.”
Michael Luo
He examines it. A few long seconds pass before he looks up at Xin Zhao. “You're the Reckoner.”
Silence.
Anthony Burch
Put distance between us. Regroup.
Turn around. Where vastaya? Maybe ran away. Maybe hiding, waiting.
This was the best part.
Dana Luery Shaw
Again he nodded, but Satokka noticed when Ituren turned to go back into the kitchen that his eyes weren’t their usual color. For just a moment, so briefly that it could have been a trick of the light, his normally dark brown eyes were the same shade of amber-gold as the fox-eared woman sitting beside her.
John O’Bryan
With that, he fired his grappling hook into the eaves of buildings above and launched himself out of sight.
His face betrayed none of those uncertainties as he walked between the columns of fierce, wind-chapped faces that seemed to judge him, looking for any reason to try him.
Using a system of pulleys, steel sledges, and countless oxen, they would pull the great stone figure to the battlefield. Many would-be invaders simply froze at the sight of the awe-inspiring silhouette looming before them—the titan who “ate magic” inspired a kingdom, and terrified those who opposed it.
Alzar smiled gratefully and turned back to helping those he could save.
“It’s so dark,” said the man, waking at her touch.
And so her work took on renewed vigor, driven to unlock the untapped possibilities of all she met.
Like any place of myth, Mount Targon is a beacon to dreamers, madmen and questors of adventure. Those who survive the arduous journey to the foot of the titanic mountain are welcomed as fellow pilgrims by the scattered, tribal communities that have set up nomadic camps around its base.
Many a misbehaving child has been warned on a moonless night: “Go quickly to sleep, or the Trickster will come and feed you to the fishes…”
Fizz is good-natured, but mischievous even for a yordle, and delights in confounding the people of Bilgewater.
The wisdom of Hirana, Shojin, so much of Ionia’s ancient culture—all would be lost.
With no other choice left, he invoked the dragon spirit.
A tempest of flames engulfed him, searing his skin and burning the sight from his eyes.
Several harpoon lines secured the beast, and though it was far bigger and older than any he had encountered before, Pyke leapt into its mouth without hesitation.
As he set about his work, a deep vibration began to stir in the creature’s cavernous gullet.
Evard and his friends backed away in horror as the ancient tree twisted, its bark withering to a tarry black.
Deprived of the ghost-willow, the villagers grew concerned that their connection to the Spirit of Ionia had been severed, and Syndra’s family was to blame.
John O’Bryan
A simple turn, just one elegant step, brought the blades back to her, their edges slick with blood.
Matron of the Black Rose, LeBlanc’s identity is as intangible as the whispers that describe her, as ephemeral as the illusions that give her shape.