R.A. Iscalon

  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...

  Chapter 6 - The Dark Woods “Come on guys it's probably just a wolf or something,” Grizzel said. Another howl could be heard in the distance, as if in reply to the apostle. This time, however, it was more of a pained cry that was quickly cut short after a short snapping noise.  With a short inhale, Taenith raised his scimitar and pushed through the brush. “We should go before it’s done. We can go around it and whatever it’s eating now.” “Are you crazy?” Han asked to no avail as the draconian disappeared into the thicket. Grizzel followed closely behind with his mace raised for light. For a moment, Han stood completely alone, and several more pairs of yellow eyes peaked from the darkness to look at him.  “Uh,” he said, looking side to side, the sound of snapping twigs and footsteps slowly encroaching on him. “Wait up!” he said, wiping a river of sweat from his forehead as he rushed up behind Grizzel. As they ventured deeper into the black woods, the blood trail even...