Feydan

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 in the grand scheme of things, but for him, it made a world of difference.

He’d left the north as a newly minted mage, his Core barely formed and only a single spell to his name. That first trek through the Wilds had been a harrowing experience. The Verdant Plains weren’t considered a dange...

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 his direction.

Some called his Trait unfair, but for Kairos, the only word he’d use to describe it was fun.

The Skybreaker Roc screeched in pure outrage, flapping its powerful, storm-colored wings. Its Domain tried to press against him, but something made it slip.

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. Lives were lost, Paths were severed, and families were left with fewer members than before. But the price of safety was never cheap. Not in the Kingdom of Vandral, and certainly not in the Wilds.

The goblin tribe was just the beginning of the upcoming hardships, and while most of them knew it, ...

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 feel his pulse in his temples, his hands shaking with a nervous energy.

Rowan knew what he had to say, but standing here, looking at his friends, the words didn’t come as easily as he thought they would.

“Alright, we fought off a goblin tribe for this,” Omi said, crossing his ar...

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 cleaved a hobgoblin clear in half with an axe swing. Nemir parried a spear thrust—his greatsword shining a fiery red as he severed his opponent's arm and finished him off with a strike through the chest.

The rest of the Grove wasn’t far behind. Annie and Omi worked in tandem, shadow...

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.

The sight from so far above left him breathless. He could see the horde of goblins beneath him, the adventurers fighting them off with ferocious momentum, their weapons gleaming as their Aura’s illuminated the battlefield.

Shouts of surprise and panic followed in the wake of his ...

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.

Come on, she gritted her teeth. Let me get in there.

The earlier battle had left her wanting for more. Every slash, thrust, and parry had been a step towards understanding her Aura. She’d still need to advance to Iron V before she attempted to full...

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 distance, a maddening rhythm that pounded in time with his heart.

“Form up!” she commanded, her voice unyielding.

The Silver-ranks moved first, forming a tight line at the front, their weapons drawn. Nemir was among them, his greatsword glowing faintly as he drew ...

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, and thirty-nine Iron-ranks had given their lives to achieve it.

Tremil had strained his soul, and while Tion had found a drought capable of soothing it, it would be a long while before the old mage would be able to cast again. Quinea, the Guildmistress and the strongest adventurer ...

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 like a wardrum, pounding away in his chest as another punch landed.

He could see the fear and confusion in its beady eyes. Unable to comprehend how he’d gotten through its shield so quickly. There were only seconds before the apprentice remembered he was a mage and blasted his he...

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 each strike stronger than the last.

Their cohort of Silver-ranks had already lost half a dozen members. Though their deaths hadn’t been in vain. The hobgoblins had paid a butcher's toll for each life they took, more than fifty of them lying dead across the battlefield.

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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 grip, each swing sending jolts up his arm as it carved through flesh and bone.

Yet he’d never felt stronger.

The Stormbreaker Greatsword reaped a life with each strike, the blade crackling with lightning as it did so. While his armor—the gleaming silver plate tha...

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 rocky terrain. From their vantage point at the edge of the ridge, Rowan could see the crudely built fortifications—sharpened stakes, haphazard barricades, and clusters of tents billowing in the early morning wind.

Goblins milled about the camp, their shrill voices carrying on the bre...

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—eleven of them in total. Yet only nine of them would be engaging the shamans. Their job wasn’t to win, but to delay. To hold back the enemy casters so the rest of their troops didn’t die to spells they had no way of countering.

Five dozen Silver-ranks made up the tip of their ...

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 they were on the cusp of drawing their weapons.

Silvia was the first to move, her hand coming up in one fluid motion, slamming her cards against the table.

“Three towers and two archers,” she said, her eyes narrowed. “I got you beat.”

Omi s...

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 contrast to the normal bustle that filled the air. Word of this meeting had reached the people of the city, and they knew what it meant.

The weight of the moment pressed on his shoulders as he waited for the rest of the gathering to arrive, his thoughts shifting between eagerness and...

Chapter 45 - Mage Duel

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Just wanted to say thanks for all the support. Honestly feels kind of wild that there are people willing to pay actual money to read the things I write. Anyways, I really appreciate it. Here's the new chapter.

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Tremil led them to a wider, more open area of the yard. Unlike the other parts of the garden, there were no trees here. Only a large stone circle indented into the ground.

They really went all out with this mans...