Ximo, breathing hard and legs shacking, turned back to the bridge and the way they had come. There was no sign of any pursuit. In fact, it was difficult to make out anything at all through the veil of mist that swirled thick and high along the length of the…

The driverless wagon slewed to the right, and collided with the low stone wall that served as entrance to the bridge, with a terrible crash of timber on stone. A gloating cheer went up from the Raiders way back up the path, looking on their handiwork with grim satisfaction. In…

A thrown spear thumped into the flank of the Musky Biisay was standing besides, pain spasming through the beast’s great frame. It tried to shy away, bellowing in agony, crashing into its neighbour. Biisay looked on aghast as the wagon veered across the Way, Zigor still on top, desperately trying…

The Evermore Journals began as my own recapitulation of a 10 year RPG campaign that was originally intended to act as a mnemonic to the group — ten years is a lot of adventuring and mere mortals have short memories. It didn't take me long to realise that I had…

Biisay woke to the sounds of the Muskies lowing gently, as they do when impatient to leave the confines of their stables; they often seemed to find the warmth inside uncomfortable after too long and rarely stayed indoors during daylight. …

Bakar Dair coughed hard and long; a racking cough that left him breathless, wheezing, and very pale. He spat dark phlegm at the fire, barely making the embers at the edge, and wiped his mouth with the back of a trembling hand. …

Zigor jerked around as the gates began to swing slowly open. Self-consciously straightening his cloak around his shoulders, he sat up in his seat, thrust out his chin and waited for the gate to swing wide. Néit clambered into the back, onto the interior running board, checked the strap on…

By Daywatch, teeth chattering in their skulls, Zigor ordered everyone to walk to stave off the fatigue that settles in the bones and kills even the fittest, given the chance. Despite the malaise of spirit, they made good time over ground revealed by the storm to be rocky and well…

Even though he knew they were there, when the rest of the War Party charged out of the rain and fell upon the rear of the caravan, just as lord Kerdhu said they would; a pack of rabid wolves howling for blood, Zigor was still surprised. Perhaps he had grown…