Three bent figures stood close together, their heads leaning into a bent-necked huddle. They had gathered together on a hillside, cold and wind-scoured. Their rather desolate place of meeting stood some distance from Sorcery Tor, though if a person chose to look west from the slope, the great peak would still be visible: albeit a…
Category: Fair Upon the Tor (Work in Progress)
Fair Upon the Tor #101 (bonus update)
Most of the company parted ways outside Samarkarantha’s tent, with the tor making a shadow of the sky behind them. Dapple and Caewen, along with the two Forsetti siblings, walked a winding path north for about an hour. Just as the sun was reaching noon, they found themselves standing at the north crossroads, within sight…
Fair Upon the Tor #100 (updates Mondays, once again)
It was somewhere more than an hour before Caewen was dried off and dressed, though, truthfully, she had lost track of the time. Eventually, the urgent need for sleep, rest and warmth was replaced by the more low-grade pangs of hunger. A look around the main tent revealed that no Biloko were at the cook…
Fair Upon the Tor #99 (updates, um, well, I don’t even know any more…)
The way back to the tent was devoid of people, and if there were ghosts about, Caewen saw no signs of them either. Dapplegrim sniffed the air now and then, swivelling his ears as if listening attentively, but he never paused in his stride and he said nothing. As they neared Samakarantha’s tent, they discovered…
Fair Upon the Tor #98 (wow, I really haven’t been updating to schedule lately…)
By the time she heard Dapplegrim returning, the birds had settled down into a low murmur of peeps and whistles and lulling coos. He approached slowly, his hooves hitting the soft turf as muffled thumps, turn by turn. Caewen looked up, blinked, smiled. It was the sort of deep, genuine smile that wells up like…
Fair Upon the Tor #97 (updates Mondays, most of the time anyway)
“Anyway. Besides,” Fafmuir continued, “It has been found, but it cannot be used for it is incomplete. One of the Winter King’s client lords has hold of it for now, though only at the Winter King’s sufferance. His name is Athairdrost, and he is a Princeling of Sorthe. Notably, all the four Princelings of Sorthe…
Fair Upon the Tor #96 (a bit late again…)
She fished around in her purse, brushing aside the baubles and bits of jewellery that always seemed to get in the way on top. Finding a silver coin, she placed it on the gold saucer and stepped back. The dragon stepped over the line of stones, and it seemed that a shiver went through him,…
Fair Upon the Tor #95 (re-numbered… I skipped #94, but it was just a numbering error)
At last he spoke, purring his words. “I will wait until the moot is done then. It is only a matter of hours. When the moot is done, you will not be protected, little heartbeat.” She shook her head at him. “I doubt that very much, Aslaug, most wonderful of dragons. You have come this…
Fair Upon the Tor # 94 (updates Mondays)
Immediately, her face and skin felt seared, hot and dry all over. The sweat that prickled her flesh evaporated into a crust of salt as soon as it touched the air. Caewen wondered if it was possible to blister and burn just from the radiant heat coming off the creature that had landed not more…
Fair Upon the Tor #93 (a bit late this week…)
Once they were past the two low hills with their masses of relics and oblations, Dapplegrim came to full halt. “It is close,” he said. Another long draw of air through his nostrils. “It descends. Hurm. It wheels down upon us.” Caewen looked up, but she could see nothing against the inky clouds and few…