Regisfall

He had once believed the dreams belonged only to him. The silent forests. The withered flowers. The places where birds refused to sing. Nightmares, others had called them. But he had found others. Not many. Scattered souls who had dreamed beneath the same darkness, who had awakened remembering place...

Caber Kiber had once remarked that if anyone wasted good timber putting him in an expensive coffin, he intended to come back and complain about it. No one could remember precisely when he had said it. Several men insisted it had been after too much drink. Another swore Kiber had been perfectly sobe...

For three nights, the druids of Regisfall dreamed the same dream. They stood beneath a moonless sky, in a land untouched by axe or flame. Before them lay a field of dark, fertile soil, and from its depths came countless tiny seeds. Some seemed strangely familiar. They were like those carried from th...

Anyone passing near Westgate might eventually hear about the horses. Not from an officer, nor from some formal announcement nailed to a board. The news seems instead to have found its most enthusiastic herald in an ordinary Blackwatch soldier, who has apparently decided that anyone standing still fo...

He remembered being very small. Not where he had been, exactly. Memory had long since taken those details from him. There was warmth nearby, perhaps a fire, and the faint sound of rain against something overhead. But he remembered the voice. Patient. Gentle. "Nightmares are dreams too." He had not u...

Coincidentally, all druids of Regisfall have begun to dream the same dream. Not an ordinary dream, nor one easily forgotten upon waking, but a vivid vision painted in colors too bright for waking eyes. They see the Grove flourishing beyond recognition. Ancient roots split stone and twist through the...

No one knew whether Mercadia would return. That uncertainty proved more troublesome than certainty might have been. Within hours of his arrival at Westgate, Caber Kiber had the men who had crossed the sea with him scattered throughout the keep and its surrounding defenses. They did not waste their ...

The northern wind cut sharply across the harbor as the returning vessel's lines were made fast. Caber Kiber had come home with nearly a score of men, weather-beaten from the journey but well equipped. The ship had brought considerably more than men. Crates, barrels, sacks of grain, medicine, tools,...