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While the cultist writhed in the agony of his seizure, Gina had mistaken the seizure for death and overlooked him. Now the cultist awoke, and the sight that met his eyes nearly set him upon the floor once more. The … Continue reading →

“Take hold of this rope,” said the first soldier, “and climb out from your pit. Your presence is requested in another, far deeper hole.” Gina slipped her right hand to her thigh, concealing a small object by her waist. She … Continue reading →

Gina’s best guess was that she had only been in the dungeon a few days. The food came to her by a pair of guards who opened a portal at the top of her cell and shoved it toward her … Continue reading →

A tight circle of torches cast their light over the ridged altar. Gargoyles graced the rim of the altar, staring forever ahead into nothingness. Brown flakes stained the golden trim of the altar which banked to a small slit at … Continue reading →

Consciousness returned to Gina, but the darkness remained. Was she dead and in hell? It seemed doubtful. Her head still echoed with the blow she had received, and her memory was filling in the pieces. This was not the land … Continue reading →

Arriving after dusk in Gorzam, Gina led her horse down a small alley, before hitching it to post outside a beaten tavern. The red-haired giant strode into the inn reeking of foul odors and cheap wine. The air was heavy … Continue reading →