Category archives: Fortress Fantasy

1 – The eastern gate

The city of stone was used to rain. The spring was always the rainy season, where for weeks on end the unceasing drizzle would occasional whip itself up into a frenzy of excitement, of thunder and lightening and deafening bellows… continue reading »

Elise of the Storm

In the centre, where the four fields met, the house stood in the darkness, a single candle in the window the only sign of life. Ten paces beyond the front door the house was undetectable, the wind picked up all… continue reading »