http://slow.writerscafe.org/grimcetic The original writings of author Baden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249292 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Despite the condition of his expedition co-leader, and the undoubted sorrow he felt, even towards a man he had only known a short time, Edric knew that the work to be done on the expedition’s preparation was far from over. In fact, they had planned to leave in only one more week, and with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2822845/ Gallad couldn’t remember the last time he had moved this fast in his life. It had certainly been a while, and though the king made an effort to keep himself in shape, he was breathing much heavier than he would have liked. Regardless, he didn’t care too much, all he cared about was reach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813307/ Three weeks passed, with Edric and Laurence working closely together in order to work out the logistics of their expedition. In that time, many would-be adventurers and mercenaries-for-hire showed up at the castle, declaring their intention to join the expedition. Most of them fell short of both Edr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813048/ Martyn and Laurence walked together all the way up to the study’s door, and Martyn knocked firmly against the door.“Arch-Sage Riand is here at your summons, sire,” he called out, and shortly the door opened, revealing the king.“Laurence, my friend, thank you for coming. Pleas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813047/ Laurence sat in the university’s library, looking over Ricard Mannel’s Account of Guun-gehad, trying to glean any new insights from the book, although he had to admit he doubted whether or not Mannel had ever made it to Guun-gehad. There were numerous inconsistencies and contradictions t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813046/ King Gallad sat at the head of an ornate oval table, around which sat nearly a dozen nobles and advisors. As three of his more prominent advisors bickered with each other across the table, the King just sat and watched, his chin resting on his folded hands. He had only been king for three years, how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813045/ The candle burned low in its wick, casting a dim light over the desk in an otherwise darkened room, the cloudy night allowing little moonlight through the windows. An aging man with sagging eyes sat at the desk, writing furiously on a parchment, despite the exhaustion evident in his face. The quill .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813043/ The ancient city of Guun-gehad, the Jewel of the West.Many have walked the long road to the ancient city, but few, if any, have ever made it there. Winding through such harsh environments as the dense Gallangir Forest, where the canopy is so thick little light reaches the forest floor; over the cold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813041/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/2813040/ The third chapter of A Fading Song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/1960784/ The second chapter of A Fading Song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/1959724/ The first chapter of A Fading Song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/1957538/ A crumbling kingdom's last gasps to hold on to power. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/1957483/ The beginning of the story of a company of soldiers trying to survive in a desolate and unforgiving theater of war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/grimcetic/1957248/