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Lath sighed softly. Despite an apparent softening of her stance towards him, it appeared that she still retained at least some of her prickly nature. Even if it wasn't directed towards him per se, more his race as general. Which was strange, Lath wasn't really aware that his race had done...

Before he had chance to answer her questions, everything went to hell. It began with a loud ear-piercing roar as the sky blackened from the shape of a gargantuan......flying serpent. The creature was colossal, it’s form so large that it temporarily blocked the light in the sky. He barely had...

Lath watched with curiosity as the stranger pressed her palm to the surface of rock. She spoke in words of a strange language that he did not understand, both to him and then to the door itself, which then began to move. Inwards slowly, then the sound of grinding echoed from around him as the...

Lath rolled his eyes slightly at the girl's terse response. In the Katakoro Mountains? He could have guessed as much himself. The second statement though, that got to him. "I can't go back," he said with a tone of finality, and it was the truth. Not only did his search compel him to press...

“Do you enjoy testing my patience?” Lath suppressed a bitter laugh at the mysterious woman’s remark, his hand clutching at the wound on his shoulder. Blood trickled from between his fingers, continuing to drip to the floor drip-drip-drip. Continuing to stumble down the trail, he gazed at the...

Follow me, she shouted as she turned and moved down the trail. And follow he did, running as fast down the trail as he could. She was fast....very fast, and it was all he could do to keep up with her. Snow had coated the ground in a thick white carpet as fast as the eye could see. A carpet...

Lath stood at the rise, staring as his eyes widened in horror at the sight below him. And as the seconds passed, the horses continued to swarm into the clearing below. Thousands soon became tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands....even more. He reached down to the folds of his blue tunic...

His story began, as with most things, with the flicker of a dream. A tendril, slowly reaching up from the shadowy miasma of fate and time, to hold him in its ethereal grasp. They can never separate us. At least we have that. Lathlaeril stood on a rocky precipice overlooking the sea below. He...