Soul of the Night Chapter 6Chapter 6 Mysteries of the DalesSoul of the Night Chapter 6 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
“What do you say, lethallan?” Tamlen asked his hunting partner.
Tira Mahariel grimaced as she contemplated, her arrow aimed vaguely at their quarry. While it was unlikely these three, unarmed humans were bandits, they may still cause trouble.
“Let’s find out what they’re doing here.”
“Does it matter? Hunting or banditry, we’ll need to move camp if we let them live.”
“L-look,” said one of the humans. “We didn’t come here to be trouble. We just found a cave.”
“Yes! A cave!” one of his friends agreed. “With
Soul of the Night Chapter 5Chapter 5 Wolves of the NorthSoul of the Night Chapter 5 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
Castle Cousland, Highever
“… I trust then that your men should be here soon,” said Teyrn Bryce Cousland.
“They should begin arriving tonight and we can march tomorrow,” said Arl Rendon Howe. “I apologize for the delay my lord… this is entirely my fault.”
“No, no,” Bryce argued. “The appearance of the darkspawn in the south has us all scrambling, doesn’t it? I only received word from the king a few days ago myself. I shall send my eldest off with my men. You and I will ride tomorrow, just like the old days.”
“True, though we
Soul of the Night Chapter 4Chapter 4 Under the Branches of the VhenadahlSoul of the Night Chapter 4 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
Chapter 4 Under the Branches of the Vhenadahl
Blair Tabris chewed her lip worriedly as one of Vaughn’s men carried the unconscious lord from the Alienage.
“Oh, I really messed up this time,” her cousin Shianni murmured. She had been the one to knock out Vaughn Urien, the arl of Denerim’s son, with a ceramic wine bottle.
“It’ll be alright. He won’t tell anyone an elven woman took him down,” Soris assured her.
“I hope so,” Shianni grimaced. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Is everyone e
Soul of the Night Chapter 3Chapter 3 Child of AeducanSoul of the Night Chapter 3 by ~WulfOfTheSouth
AN: This chapter takes place about a week after Chapter 1
Serena Aeducan, second child and only daughter of King Endrin, stood before her bedroom mirror to make sure her armor was on correctly. A knock came from behind her. She turned to see her second, Gorim Saelac, leaning against the opening in the divider of her room. “Greetings, my lady. You are dressed and ready. Excellent. I couldn’t find the armor’s matching dagger, but I scrounged up a rather fancy longsword. Do you wish to wear your shield to the noble’s feast?”
“Yes,” Serena told him, taking the sword and belti