Ersa rose before dawn the next morning and shoved his belongings into his saddle-bags. He threw his cloak around his shoulders, pulling the cowl up, and headed quietly down the stairs. The inn keeper ...

Ersa sat at a back table half in shadow, sipping a tankard of watered ale. His back was set against a wall, and he was facing the door, just how he liked it. No one could stab him in the back, and he ...

Three years later... Ersa hunched his shoulders against the light rain, pulling his once new traveling cloak tighter around his shoulders.

In the world of Azeron, people are normal. There is the occasional dragon, but other than that the world is just like ours, a few thousand years ago. Azeron is a medieval-like kingdom, with Warriors a...