The sun was shining him straight in the face as he headed south east follow the tracks of a great fierce bronze in the midst of nowhere in the Erythrean deserts. It was still morning and the discovery of its tracks had happened out of plain coincidence rather than relying on a hunters capabilities to find the prey. It was how dragon hunting was these days. There was no real place you knew for certain dragons would reside, and the chances of finding dragons in the desert were slim.

He knew he wa… Continue

The ancient tales of the desert tell of the founding of House Al'Orrl, the mighty and dread Drow House of the Scorpion.

Long, long ago, before the return of Man to the dunes, when Sand Dragons and the forgotten dead were the unchallenged masters of the desert, there came two high-elven siblings to the deepest reaches of the sun-scorched earth. A brother and sister, both fair and wise, beloved of their kin and bearing in their hearts rightful love for the gods.

They took this long and ceaseless… Continue

She slept. Nothing stirred her from slumber, not even the danger that lurked right outside the small makeshift tent within the camp. The sound of hooves clapping the ground deftly and the ring of chains sounded an alarm within her and she roused in time only to see the gold tipped horns on top of Bugeja’s head. His thickly furred hands wrapped about her midsection as she kicked and forced a meek scream from her throat. Her skull was quickly pushed into a small burlap sack, not nearly big enough… Continue