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Old Fagin was a sly old bird. In his youth he had been a prince among thieves. But now his eyes were dim, and his back and wings sore. But as I have said, he was sly. Rather than forage … Continue reading →

Autumn was returning and the long hibernation of the Dragonette had come to a close.  Her sleep had been interrupted this year.   For reasons still not fully understood by her, she had risen in August.  The brief foray up the … Continue reading →

Ildris and Hannon continued northwards. Their orders were simple: cross the Great Nord River and then follow its feeder tributaries north seeking any sign of the Griffin Legion. The Scout-Rangers knew this would be an arduous journey, and perhaps even … Continue reading →

The battle had been ferocious.  It had started out well enough, and Hannon and his comrades were advancing on both the centre and the right.  Then suddenly the Rathians let loose with catapults, and barrels of melted tar crashed down … Continue reading →

The party joined the Farmington South Road about twenty miles south of the market town. Turning south towards the border they could see the foothills before them, and the mountains rising beyond. It was only mid-day and there was no … Continue reading →