The Grey Tower

With a face as pale as moonlight, Daven stumbled towards the two other soldiers. He was in a state of disbelief; this couldn't be happening. Even the most drunk of fellows had never taken it this far. He ran trembling hands through his hair, then abruptly bit his fingers as if attempting to wake ...

The young Andoran frowned and looked slowly from Morel to the dagger in Yurin’s hand. He swallowed before whispering in return, “Our best choice may be t’play their foolish little game. I don’t feel too much like being stabbed.” Daven surveyed his surroundings, looking for some way out of this mess ...

Daven looked up into the night sky and admired the stars as he followed Valadin past the two posted guards. It was refreshing to see the night unobstructed by a glass window; to be out in the open gave the youth a sense of some freedom. Although not free from his grey shackles and black mantle, the ...

It all had happened so fast. From the moment that dreaded whistle sounded, all time and motion seemed to have blurred together into a series of tense feelings and pained winces. As the young recruit marched hurriedly down the hall, he reeled with the adrenaline of the moment and was only jarred back ...

Daven nearly gave a whew of relief. This was fortunately not going to be the beratement he had been expecting.

“Aye, join me. The floor won’t clean itself and I am glad you are not one of those brow-furrowed Dedicated.” Daven bit his lip and momentarily paused his speech as a patrolling Dedicated ...

Day One.

The moonlight gave a soft glow through the glass windows of the hallway. Even at this hour, various denizens of the tower still scurried through the hallway, darting to and fro, motivated by some task or another and determined to see that task to some sort of conclusion. Very few of these ...