The coach rolled down the hill towards Lars’ cabin, the journey to Grimstead was no longer an easy one since Daniel had closed the main pass and while Tarik had plans to re-open the main route it would have to wait till the weather was more favourable. For now there was still a way though the valley’s but it now took much longer and was far less easy to travel so it they intended to make it on time for Asha’s wedding they needed to make haste.
They where still an hour out from Lars cabin when a dark haired girl carrying a drawn bow stepped out of the under growth putting herself in the way of the route ahead. Tarik recognised her as one of Lars’ garou but he could not quite place a name. Continue reading
“I have news” Tarik beamed heading into the drawing room where his family were eating. It had been a hard few months, he had steadily gaining strength but he was still not the man he once was.
He still tired easily, the smallest tasks drained him of his energy, but he had finally managed to start taking over the management of the kingdom in full. It was only really now he had the time to contemplate all he had done.
Guilt of what he had put his family though still weighed heavily on his mind, he had done terrible things and while his son often tried to reassure him it had been the fault of his tutor or the creature that had inhabited him. Tarik could not help but wonder how much of what he’d done had in truth been him and only him.
“I would like to give him a small estate” Tarik explained, “Something he could run in Darkfire. Hadrien is struggling even with the help of his steward and I thought if I broke two small chunks off I could give something small to both Duncan and Quillen”
“Wont the Hamdun’s be upset?” Continue reading
Tarik struggled against the urge to sleep. He was getting better or so people told him, every day he was able to involve himself more and more in his family and his duties as a king.
The past twelve month’s where a hazy blurr, Quillen had told him what happened and had filled him in on the events. He knew he owed the Garou and Vincent his life though he could not fathom why they had chosen to save him. Continue reading
Farid scanned around his sisters room, it was certainly a change from back home no wonder she hadn’t wanted to return to the tavern. Fine furnishings and expensive looking drapes hung from the windows.
Heading towards her bed, he knelt beside it and crawled underneath. Sure enough he found the loose piece of skirting she’d described and managed to wriggle it free revealing a space in the wall where the was a large wrapped objected. Continue reading
Alice woke cozy and warm in her bed, it was several minutes before she ventured to open her eye’s but when she did she found herself in a place both familiar and unfamiliar.
She immediately recognised her bedroom, her bed the walls the cupboards and her father lying in the chair next to her. Yet something about it seemed different, Somehow the colours seemed brighter the air cleaner with the faintest waft of baking bread which seemed made waking feel warm and welcoming. Continue reading
“How is he?” Asha asked heading into the kitchen before heading towards her fathers room.
“Much the same” Lar’s replied “Got him to take some water this mornin”