Epics...a chunk at a time
 

one paragraph at a time....see what we can make.



The shadows behind the old rowan tree hid him for now, but for how long. Blain knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to use it, fear of the results sent his head spinning.

The shadows behind the old rowan tree hid him for now, but for how long. Blain knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to use it, fear of the results sent his head spinning.
The blade glistened in the moonlight. "Where was this made?" Blain asked himself, "and why did Sensi entrust me with it." He cursed him under his breath as a mist started to settle upon field.

The blade glistened in the moonlight. "Where was this made?" Blain asked himself, "and why did Sensi entrust me with it." He cursed him under his breath as a mist started to settle upon field.

The setting sun cast the entirety of Blain's vision in a deepening crimson, and the hundreds of campfires reminded him of stars on a bloodred night's sky. No music played, no revelers danced, it was not the time anymore. It was never time for joy anymore. Blain wrapped the blade in dark cloth and readied himself to move from his hiding, it was time.

movement from the corner of his eye made a life saving hesitation, broad shouldered creatures wearing the torques of trellenon slipped into the clearing, headed towards a bored guard.