The Dread Keep

Sitaria, my love. I write this before I cross the ice lake and seek entrance to Kaaronark. I would offer prayers that this letter, possibly my last, finds it way to you, but I fear the gods cast their eyes from me the moment the Mark of the Eye appeared on my hand. For that…

The Game

Torbal crouched in the shadows and watched the guards on the street below. He couldn’t help but smirk as the fat one scratched his head. The one in the middle, the leader he presumed, was unable to hide his displeasure at finding the street they’d chased him into empty. But it wouldn’t do to gloat,…