Feydan

Chapter 66 - A Road

Rowan glanced at Kai, his brows furrowed. “Do I… thank them?” he asked, watching as the dozen or so Mist Wraiths floated aimlessly around them.

His familiar tilted his head, hopping ove...

Chapter 65 - Magical Might

The [Firebolt] erupted from his hand, flying through the air with so much speed that Rowan’s eyes could barely follow. A sharp crack echoed through the mountainous valley below, the...

Chapter 64 - Storm Touched

The walking calamity stared back. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Rowan felt the charge in the air, the invisible weight of it pressing against his skin. Arcs of lightning pulsed be...

Chapter 63 - The Living Storm

A feeling of dread washed over Rowan as the Green-Core monster’s gaze settled on him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. It felt like his legs were rooted in place, and it took him longer t...

Chapter 62 - Distant Thunder

A shape floated into the cavern, its movement silent save for the distant roar of wind and thunder. Rowan stood beside the dim orange glow of his campfire, the meager warmth barely pushing back the...

Chapter 61 - The Stormspire Heights

Once again, Rowan found himself walking through an unfamiliar region with a raven on his shoulder. It was a stark contrast to the first time he’d used a token. Six months wasn’t a lot of time i...

Chapter 60 - Prologue (Start of Book 2)

Prince Kairos Voidsong, the Kingdom's First Sword beamed at his opponent, the edge of his blade dripping with crimson blood.

“Ha!” he bellowed a laugh, feeling the winds of luck blow in h...

Chapter 59 - Setting out (End of Book 1)

The city of Litwick was alive with celebrations. Its citizens filled the streets while the returning adventurers basked in the glory.

Their battle had been hard fought, and even harder won. L...

Chapter 58 - Answers

Rowan led them to the edge of the encampment, away from the fires and the festivities. His heart raced in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a physical weight. He could f...

Chapter 57 - Celebrations

Rowan blinked, his vision still spinning. He turned his head, and through the haze of exhaustion, he saw Quinea and the other adventurers standing a short distance away.

Laith clea...

Chapter 56 - Death From Above

Rowan flew through the air, his arms flailing, trying to stabilize himself. It was a heady feeling and for just a moment, the urgency of the battle receded to the back of his mind.

Chapter 55 - Advance

Annie stood close to Nemir, waiting for her chance to contribute. The Silver-ranks in front of them battled against the encroaching horde, their weapons flashing as they cut through the goblins. 2025-02-12 12:15:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 54 - Into The Fray

“Archers, mages, to the walls!” Quinea shouted, her voice booming across the camp.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed as the goblin army grew closer, their war drums now audible in the di...

Chapter 53 - Alarm

The assembled forces of Litwick stood around the Warchief’s former tent, milling about and celebrating their triumph.

The victory had cost them. Two mages, eighteen Silver-ranks,...

Chapter 52 - Exhausted & Bloody

The goblin yelped as Rowan’s punch connected, his fist breaking its nose with a satisfying crunch. Blood pooled from its scarred face, mingling with his own.

Rowan’s heart beat...

Chapter 51 - A Grand Old Time

Laith was having a grand old time, even if those around him weren’t. His axe cleaved through the skull of a hobgoblin, quickly followed by another. His Aura of Vigor empowered his muscles, making...

Chapter 50 - Move, Fight, Kill

The battlefield was a cacophony of sounds—screams, the ringing of steel against steel, and the guttural cries of goblins that cut through the air like a blade. Nemir’s sword felt heavy in his g...

Chapter 49 - A Blizzard

As dawn arrived, the assembled might of Litwick finally reached its destination.

The landscape before them opened up into a valley, revealing the goblin warcamp sprawled across the...

Chapter 48 - Setting Out

It was still dark out when the assembled forces of Litwick left the protection of the city walls, just over three hundred of them in all.

Rowan stood among the contingent of mages�...

Chapter 47 - Knights & Robbers

Rowan and the rest of the Grove sat in silence, a heavy atmosphere draped over the room.

There was tension simmering just beneath the surface, with both Silvia and Omi looking like...

Chapter 46 - The Meeting

Rowan stood by the wide windows of the Adventurer’s Guild Hall, his arms crossed and his gaze lingering on the city beyond.

The streets of Litwick were unusually quiet, a stark c...

Chapter 45 - Mage Duel

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Chapter 44 - Motion

Rowan gave Tremil’s question the attention it deserved.

What is Wind? he thought, running a hand through his hair.

The simple answer was that it was mov...

Chapter 43 - A Simple Question

Rowan and Tremil spent the next half hour talking about the upcoming expedition and what he hoped to achieve before they left. It was a productive conversation, but he found his thoughts occupied b...

Chapter 42 - Worldly Experience

Three days after mastering [Feather Fall], Rowan stood in front of a gated mansion.

For what had to have been the dozenth time today, he pulled up his spell list, a wide smile on h...

Chapter 41 - Creative Falling

The spell tome for [Whisper Step] wasn’t all that thick, but lower levels spells rarely were.

What they contained were drawings of the human body, illustrated from the front and ...

Chapter 40 - Pondering

Rowan sat under the tall oak in the backyard, four spell tomes opened in front of him. The late morning sun filtered through the branches above, illuminating the worn pages. It was a peaceful scene...

Chapter 39 - Your Duty

The muffled buzz of conversation grew louder as Rowan, Tremil, and the Greenstride twins entered the Guild’s main auditorium. The room was spacious but dimly lit, with rows of wooden benches risi...

Chapter 38 - Upcoming Meeting

Killian walked up to Rowan, dusting off his clothes.

“Well, that was fun,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his face, glancing at the spear in Rowan’s hands. �...

Chapter 37 - Duel

Kilian blurred across the yard, his spear held firmly in front, charging towards Rowan.

In a straight line, it was fair to say that the Silver-rank was faster than the Wyrmlings. H...