“It’s been lovely, Lady…” Naeris fished around in their mind for the dwarf’s name. “… Argent. But I really must be leaving.” “Nonsense!” Lady Argent shook her head. “You simply must stay for dinner, Miss Cellinel. It’s been ever so quiet here since my husband went off to fight.” “I must object, Lady Argent. What …
Category: Interludes
Writing for ‘The Brute Squad’ that deals with the events of Naeris Alleyborn’s life outside of the adventure.
Interlude: Reunions II
Naeris watched the wood elf from a distance as he embroidered small golden birds onto the green and blue silks piled high in front of him. Dath, one of the other elves had called him. Dath. The elf Naeris had been told to seek out. They studied him as he worked; his blonde hair cut …
Interlude: Reunions
Tusk was glaring at Naeris. “What happened to the plan?” she asked forcefully. The two of them had finally managed to find a moment’s peace to catch up, and she was almost giddy with joy and simultaneously filled with a storm of rage. “Why are we letting them all live? The plan-” “Plans change, Tusk,” …
Interlude: First Meetings
The palace grounds were breathtaking, even under the blanket of night. Light spilled from windows and doorways, falling on a dizzying array of flowers that bloomed year-round. The frosty chill of winter refused to touch their delicate petals, and the grass inside the walls was free from the ice that covered most of the city. As …
Interlude: The Wanderings of a Lost Elf
Naeris awoke, certain of exactly one thing and nothing more–they were lost. The tree they had settled into for the night now stood in an unfamiliar swamp; definitely not the roadside clearing they had fallen asleep in the previous evening. They sighed deeply. “You must really have it in for me,” they said to the …
Interlude: Ancient History
Merilin woke to the feeling of cold, damp stone pressed against their cheek. Something jabbed into their side–last night’s dinner, a raw vegetable of some sort. Naeris, their mother had called it. Their mother! Where was she? Where was father? Merilin scrambled to their feet and looked around, but the alleyway was deserted. “Mama! Papa!” …
Interlude: Priority Message
A hawk, carrying a larger-than-usual package thuds into the throne-room, clearly exhausted from its journey. It scrambles towards Queen Beryl, screaming threateningly at anyone that attempts to intercept it–except, oddly, the Queen’s Seneschal, who it allows to pick it up and remove the package. His eyes scan the first few lines and he immediately orders …
Interlude: Old Wounds
A collection of loose pages, torn from a worn leather journal. The pages look to be 15-20 years old. Tusk disappeared last night. She didn’t show up at the usual time, so I went to check on her, and… fuck. What am I supposed to do now? There’s no leads. No sign of a struggle. …
Interlude: A Voice in the Darkness
Poor little nightingale, dying all alone What? Why are you dying? You have a job to do. I’m… dying? I thought that would have been obvious. You are hallucinating, after all. Am I? Aren’t you? …I know your voice. You’re real. I’ve heard you before… Am I? Is Naeris? Is Lord Quirion? I’m as real …
Interlude: Prayers
I know you’re not really the type to actually listen–let alone answer–but… ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually praying to you right now. How fucking desperate must I be, right? The forest gave way to open fields, and in the distance, a village. Over the gates, the Queen’s banners flapped in the cold wind. But… …