Category: Aether and Honor

“The world looks a lot different when I’m not boiling mad, hungry and covered in mud after wrestling an ornery river stallion,” Mora said, shading her eyes from the lowering sun as she surveyed the area. She kept stride with the others, dodging merchants laden with packs and townsfolk out and about on their afternoon…

Ahn leaned back in his chair and watched as his friends and new guardian sat eating, planning, and getting along famously. It had taken no time for Mora to fall into easy conversation with the others, a skill he had never learned himself. “So you are from Empyrea?” Mora asked Zander. “Indeed. And I’ll have…

Ahn laughed until his stomach hurt, and Mora slumped against a tree, wiping her eyes. He inhaled, ignoring the stitch in his side, and surveyed the clearing. Now that it was over, his head pounded, and every muscle in his body cried out for rest. “You exploded those Dregs into a million pieces. I’ve seen…

Mora sat back on her heels as the potion’s refreshing energy washed over her. She could not look away from Ahndras, who was now recovering his energy, leaning against mossy stone. Ahn, the aethermage who she would spend days, weeks of her life guarding, although she had prayed to the Source never again to suffer…

Mora leaned on the railings of the Havens Ferry, warm spring air stirring her braids so that the beads woven through clicked against each other. Sailing the Greatsea Bay always relaxed her. The wind snapping in sails, boards and rigging creaking, the occasional burst of leymagical reactions to speed the boat through still waters, and…

Ahndras Frost grinned in the face of danger. Specifically, the danger staring him down with cool silver eyes. He needed to strengthen himself now more than ever, and Etal-Lia was pleased to help. Etal-Lia, or Talli to her closest friends, was deadly even for a Xereth Hunter and offered just the challenge he needed to…

One month after the Kraah attack on the Easthaven Mageguild Mora Anders gazed out at the empty Mageguild Demesnes courtyard. She hated thunderstorms, and this one had been especially nasty. The grass shone silvery with water in the light from the magelamps, a young moon cowered behind ragged clouds, and Easthaven was eerily quiet. The…