Category Archives: The Knight And The Princess

Descent To The Steamhouse

She’d expected the fear. She was surprised by the wonder. As the rough stone walls of Cairn Delve rose around her and funneled her into the rough stone buildings of Cairn Shant she clung close to the Knight and his … Continue reading

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Into The Delve

Our Lord rejoices to make a man break a foolish vow. The Knight started down the path into the scar in the rock, and the past rose up to meet him. Nearly twenty years ago he had left Delve Gavin, … Continue reading

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Cairn Shant

“We need supplies,” the Knight said, “Buying is better than stealing, and we have coin. Folks tend to remember a thief, and those who have little are prone to hunt for him.” “Buy?” the Princess asked. How gaunt she was … Continue reading

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From Fructidor to Nivôse

The Princess slept. It had taken two days to climb the Stair, and should have taken three. Now, in the gloaming, she slept like a wounded animal, turned into herself. She seemed so fragile in the dying light, skin like … Continue reading

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Lord Chimaculean’s Stair

Days passed without leaving footprints. Each dawn broke slate gray and chill, the ash of the last night’s fire cold, already damp. The barrens seemed endless, a landscape taken from a dream, each direction the same, each leading nowhere. The … Continue reading

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Another Fire, Another Light

“Can you snare?” The Knight asked. It was the evening after they had buried their empty packs. They had taken as much food as they could carry, which hadn’t been much for hard traveling. The Princess looked at him, confused. … Continue reading

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In The Firelight

She was wrapped in the tunic of young soldier, scarce more than a boy, who had died in one of the first engagements with the besiegers. It hung on her like a cloak. In tales, the Knight reflected, young women … Continue reading

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