Monday, April 2, 2012

Page 5

The wooden stairs creaked underfoot as Tenser and Ehlissa descended into the cellar. The smells of fresh wood and old wine hung as thick as cobwebs in the air. They could see their way clearly by the light of an oil lamp in the room below. The lamp sat on a table next to the man they had come to see...

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  1. I am loving it guys, keep it up.

  2. Nice job working "Castles & Crusades" in there.

  3. Thanks, Darrin. You should find little meta-fictional tidbits like that all through the story.