The Uzec Temple was small, but beautiful. The High Priestess with the Baron and other locals support were doing their best to upgrade it and the local shrines as well. Tiffanie could see why Jocelyn was reluctant to leave. Over a hundred clerics, deacons, lay clergy and others throughout the barony depended on her presence now that the old priest was gone. It was a huge responsibility. Supplicants came daily and kept Jocelyn very busy. Continue reading “A Visitor and a Friend”
At Uzec’s Temple of Aarith, Jocelyn and Typhon (Tiffanie) walked together in the garden. The trees leaves were brilliantly colored and the air nice and cool. Taking a bench together, Jocelyn looked at Typhon and said, “my friend, I believe an act of evil, hatred toward someone long, long gone has rebounded into an accidental good. A good I have prayed upon every day and every night since our discussion in the Temple
Apartment’s kitchen. The day you turned from temptation and took a different road. Now, after you told me what the His Holiness the Patriarch said to you in you initiation, everything makes sense. If it is your wish, we can ask the Bishop for permission to court.” Continue reading “From Friendship to Courtship”
After eating a fine dinner at the Dungaroon’s residence, Tiffanie excused herself from the group just as the tension about Adela was beginning to grow. “I’m sorry I had another engagement to attend to,” she said.
Peren, also a bit uncomfortable, said, “I’ll show you to the door.” Continue reading “After Dinner Confusion, A Day of Answers”
Power. Only Tiffanie knew the name of the last bearer of this Axe. She was also very aware of the potential bloodlust of Khord and that his will make the Axe more deadly, more accurate and stiffened her own will against weakness. Khord’s price – kill, and kill again. Kill all your enemies and let their blood soak the ground and let the gods hear you kill them. Continue reading “Tiffanie, Jocelyn, and the Will of Khord. Part 1”
Tiffanie and Jocelyn kept moving, under pursuit by determined and angry bounty hunters. On the old road to get to Derrian from Uzec would take 3-4 days. In the wild it could take as long as a week to cross the ridge lines into the foothills below, but they had no choice.
The first encounter had been tough enough. A second encounter severely injured both of the them, but through luck and skill they stayed ahead of their attackers while delivering a sever blow to them again, this time closer to lethal. Continue reading “A Spirit Laid Bear”