The Old Man
The old man had various homes in the First Worlde, but finally, he wandered out into the woods past the Roper Pool, way out in the forest, and made his home in a tree. There he sat in a rocker with his cat. The dull trolls in the forest could not climb trees, and almost everyone left him alone there because of it. He would tell you stories. Here is one of them: “A story? Hmmm, let’s see. Say, who sits on the Council of...
Lost to the Dark
(Somewhen … Squire Bluffs) “Must you go?”, she asks, her eyes speaking more than the words could say. He nods, and turns to leave. Glancing back over his shoulder he looks her in the eyes and moves his hands ever so slightly. With a haunted look in his eyes, almost pleading, his image fades in front of her and he is gone. Now she can weep. With twinkling eyes he smiles and speaks. I listen, or appear to be,...