R.A. Iscalon

  Chapter 8 - The Algadrian Order Taenith had only witnessed Oakheart’s rural district at night, when the flames of rich homes illuminated their polished exteriors. So, when the day revealed a different story he was somewhat taken aback. Indeed, the few homes lining the trade road - those with smooth stone foundations and painted fences - maintained lush and plump green fields filled to the brim with crops maintained by indentured workers whose sweat and labor nourished them. Then, there were the others… hidden in the distance behind the wealthier establishments. These weathered and barely held together barns looked abandoned - ruined even. Countless circles of rotted wood and weathered stone, which once housed families, were now crumbled and shattered skeletons, absent of any present use. What little remained of their cracked wooden fences was shabbily held together by fraying rope. The once-fields they protected were now but patchy splotches of overgrown vegetation, being eaten a...

  Chapter 7 - The Strangers After Taenith left, his form was replaced by another. It stood about the same height as the draconian. Though, it was human; or at least, human-shaped. Its bulky and armored frame was accompanied by an intense light that disguised its physical form. Though Grizzel’s was turned away from it, the figure’s focus remained statically tuned to him. The warmth blistering into his sweating back told Grizzel exactly who it was.  Shaking with his hands caked in blood, Grizzel continued to close wounds that opened only moments later. So many tears had flown from the apostle’s face that his vision was blurred and he couldn’t even tell if Han was still alive. His body was just a bloody ocean with patches of skin thrown in. As Grizzel cried, however, he felt two warm hands on his shoulders. When they touched him, he felt his tears dry up and the soreness in his throat disappear.  “He is dead,” the Grand Paladin said. “No, no...” Grizzel muttered, his e...