Stories tagged “Dawn of the Iconoclast”

  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: The Spiderweb Tattoo

    Darkness smothered the forest like a heavy, damp pillow as Traian surgically picked his way through the underbrush. The wind was growing stronger, making the trees sway and groan. In the distance, he could just barely see the faint glimmers of the camp...

  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy

    The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could forge. “The Hrithmore are camped, at this bend in the stream,” Dirge was saying, his f...

  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Lack of Regrets

    Traian adjusted his grip on his still-sheathed sword, closed his eyes and took a slow breath. The Magnuroc had told him they would ask much of him and had told him he did not, could not understand what joining their ranks of the protectors would truly ...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy (5)

    The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could forge. “The Hrithmore are camped, at this bend in the stream,” Dirge was saying, his finger ja...

  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: Echolalia (6)

    Muting Traian’s footsteps upon entry, the woven rug stretched from the vestibule, along the colonnade, and up the stairs to the distant altar. He moved past the empty prayer benches, along the tall, silent columns that kept vigilant watch over th...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: Coming Storm (7)

    Lightning flashed, too far away to hear the resulting thunder. For now, it was simply a warning of the storm to come. Maridel slipped through the city. Her dark cloak melted into the shadows. She stopped to lean against a black marble pillar. Here she ...

  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: The Little Bridge (8)

    Traian walked with measured paces through the city. The evening had dispersed the crowds, leaving the streets hollow and full of settling dust. A bank of clouds rose in the west, making him squint at the desperate brightness of the sunset, as though th...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dawn of the Iconoclast: Inquisitor (10)

    Traian could not believe his eyes, nor his betraying hands, so recently fouled with the blood of his boyhood friend, as they gripped the hem of Sq’Aborm the Guardian’s robe, brought it to his lips, kissed it. Tradition is blood, and then a ...