Stories tagged “(TBD)”

  • The Fall of Grey-Fang

    Grey-Fang tried to concentrate but thoughts kept getting in the way. This was the murderer who had ordered the destruction of his people. Yes, a far-off Emperor had decreed this land his and ordered it taken, but it was this man, this bald giant who...

  • The Begining of the End

    Rage and need drove him. He was fast, strong, and deadly. He’d out maneuvered the formations, and out-fought the men that had broken ranks, killing many. Grey-Fang found himself standing before the great pavilion of General Dhava. It seemed a lif...

  • Skyward Bound

    The sky lightened, as a strong wind drove the fog back. It rolled away in grey waves, revealing the tents, campfires and hundreds more soldiers but that was someone else’s worry. Grey Fang shot toward the pavilion of the General, straight as an a...

  • To Be a Hunter

    Grey-Fang was buried under flailing limbs, bloody torsos, and a tangle of spears. He chopped furiously in every direction. He had to keep moving. If he stopped, he would die and his family would go unavenged. He bit his lip, tasted blood, and became a ...

  • An Avalanch of Man

    Grey-Fang was already moving by the time the slave’s words had left his mouth. Half-running, half-sliding down the rocky terrain sparsely covered by thin tufts of grass, his arms were spread wide like a falcon’s wings. These wings ended in ...

  • Challenge Accepted

    A slave, shivering in the cold and covered with soot, swung open the thick canvas flap to the tent and knelt down using her body to keep it open. An equally naked man emerged from the tent, body composed of hard edges, as if it was chiseled from a cany...

  • General Dhava

    Man after man exited ashy fog forming into ranks. Armed with six-foot spears, they also carried wide blades made for chopping when the fighting degenerated into man to man. They were protected by bronze chest plates bearing the grinning visage of Nirja...

  • To Challenge Death

    Wind carried the stench of war. It was a toxic blend smoke and death- and failure. Fog, heavy with ash, covered the valley like a filthy rug but Grey-Fang knew what lay underneath. They called themselves the Last Army, for they believed there would be ...