Wicken Tales Chapter 17: A blessing at Sea

by Tyler W Golec, Tarabel, stood at the bow of the small open sea boat. He felt the unfamiliar sensation of a shiver run through him. He pulled the brown cloak, his followers had found for him, tightly around himself. It was cool and had rained for a week straight. He reached out to his … More Wicken Tales Chapter 17: A blessing at Sea

Chapter 13:  And They Went West

By, Tyler W Golec “To Azbier?” Malick asked. “That will take months. I wouldn’t return to the Monastery for close to a year. It would never be allowed.” “I’ll create an illusion,” Rylah said. “They’ll think you died. Then you can return as the thought-dead hero. They’ll bake pies for you or something.” “You still … More Chapter 13:  And They Went West

Wicken Tales Chapter 8: The Prophet of Tarabel

Tyler Golec, They reached Cahrmarch before noon the next day.  Edipen rode at Malick’s left, Meyhill rode at Malick’s right. Malick bore the flag of the Trinity identifying them as friends to the followers of the prophet. The city was not large enough for the thousand or so followers that had migrated here. It was … More Wicken Tales Chapter 8: The Prophet of Tarabel