The thing of roots and rot screamed—a sound like wind shredding through broken reeds. Its tendrils lashed blindly, gouging furrows in the soil, striking branches from the trees. The lake itself seemed to recoil as the mass dragged itself upright, half-corporeal, hollow eyes searing with a sickly light. Ghor corruption in its truest form. Thorn […]
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Eonil’s Outcasts Stories
The Outcasts 11: The Lake
They ran beside the river’s bend and foam, as swift as water over stone. Thorn’s dire-wolf paws ate the distance, Suraia balanced low across his broad back, fingers buried deep in the thick ruff of his fur. Wind tore her curls behind her shoulders. The little arctic fox darted just ahead, blue-tipped tail streaming, loosing […]
The Outcasts 10: The River
Morning light sifted through leaves and laid a pale sheen across the stream. Suraia knelt at the water’s edge with a fold of cloth spread beside her, rinsing a handful of berries and turning each one in her fingers before easing it onto the cloth to dry. The air smelt of crushed mint and damp […]
The Outcasts 9: Between Reeds
The forest deepened with every step. Daylight bled to green dusk beneath the canopy and the sounds of the farms were gone as though they had never been. The air was cooler here, damp with leaf-mould and running water, the hush broken only by the occasional crack of a branch under Thorn’s tread or the […]
The Outcasts 8: The Boar at the Farm
Dawn spilled pale and gold through the high leaves, brushing dew from the canopy. The little shelter Thorn had shaped with the hammocks creaked softly in the morning breeze. The forest whispered awake—birdsong threading the hush, branches sighing as light touched them. Thorn was first to move, unweaving the living roots that had cradled them […]
The Outcasts 7: Into the Wilds
At the gate the road turned to rutted track. The trees received them with cool shade and the resin-clean scent of pine. Behind, the trading post’s noise dulled to a murmur; ahead, the hush of the wood rose like breath. They left the road and took a hunter’s path into the trees. The trading post […]
The Outcasts 6: The Watchtower
Dawn sifted through the leaves in thin, pearly threads and the little shelter of woven boughs breathed with the forest—cool air in, warm air out. Vasha was still awake from second watch, a quiet silhouette with her knees hugged to her chest, tail curled about her ankles like a white plume tipped in blue. Her […]
The Outcasts 5: Lord Harren and his cronies
Suraia and Vasha started walking towards the tavern, the low light of evening stretching their shadows across the uneven cobbles. The market’s clamour faded behind them, replaced by the hush of narrow streets where every footstep echoed in the cooling air. The day’s warmth had given way to a sharp edge, and Suraia drew her […]
The Outcasts 4: The Three Points Trading Post
Suraia woke to the hush and rush of waves, the sound of water lapping just beyond the cave’s mouth. She blinked into the pale morning, feeling for the first time in days a true, bone-deep warmth—a rare gift after so much cold and fear. Her limbs were heavy with exhaustion, but not pain; she was […]
The Outcasts 3: Into Deep Waters
The morning dawned clear and cold—the world scrubbed raw, the violence of the storm swept away as if it had never been. For the first time since the wreck, sunlight slanted through the trees, painting long golden bars across the cave floor, igniting the green in the moss and the faded brown of driftwood. The […]