The Outlander Haegan

This is one of the short stories that I wrote for the Heroes of Steel KickStarter.

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/tresebrothers/heroes-of-steel-fantasy-rpg

Andrew

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Hagaen’s loping pace was irregular compared to the orderly unit of soldiers moving along the road. He trotted to his own tune, moving ahead a little and then lagging behind. Sometimes he was ahead to look over the next rise in the cavern floor and other times falling back to watch for danger. Always he kept at a distance, maybe eighty paces, shadowing their progress through the rough and uneven territory. It was not proper scouting, Haegen knew. However, they had not hired him for scouting, nor sneaking nor for hiding. They had hired the Outlander for muscle, for the two short blades he kept drawn as he trotted along, but more importantly for the warhammer he kept slung across his back.

The Braeys Warder

This is one of the short stories that I wrote for the Heroes of Steel KickStarter.

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/tresebrothers/heroes-of-steel-fantasy-rpg

Andrew

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The Braeys Warder

Graith woke again to the screaming. For the third night in a row, he lay still in the warmth of his bed and strained to listen. It was just the wind howling off the glacier. Was it not? No, that was a human voice. He sat up right and the icy air swept around his old body. It was only the wind in the rocks. “Just the wind,” he grumbled, but he dragged himself out of bed and into the cold expanse of stone that was his room. Stiffly, he pulled on clothes, a jacket, and a heavy cloak. By the time he had finished dressing in the dark, the wind had calmed and the screaming had stopped.