The Wyvern's Hoard Blog
Some Wicked Treats
Alexandra Cromwell has been trying to summon the Dark Lord for, oh, going on about a century now. The other witches from the coven laugh behind her back. They say, “Silly Alexandra, believing in fairy tales. Silly Alexandra, thinking she can summon the Goat of Mendes all by herself. Silly Alexandra.” Eye of newt, horn of toad, egg of... READ MORE
They Who Slumber: The Awakening
I am Aud, daughter of Ingvar. Tonight is the deepest night of vetrnætr, two days before Álfablót. The halls of my ancestors are restless; their shades whisper my name. Many summers have passed since my grandfather joined them. Our men have left for faraway lands, following Odin’s call to search for riches and the... READ MORE
They Who Slumber
In the Halls of Ingvar the Great, the wind whispers tales of old. Of warriors and kings, of conquest and victory, of the monsters and demons that roamed our once-blighted land. Listen, now. Look. Here lies the axe of the fallen Thjodhild Åsmundottir, shield-maiden and mother of Ingvar himself. Legends say that once, long ago, a... READ MORE
Bad Luck on Sea: The Continuation
I could breathe! And there was this beautiful woman, smiling at me, her hair flowing all around her like sea foam. Like the very water itself. She took my hand and we swam together, deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea. I saw the tops of a sunken pirate ship, and thousands of sparkling jewels that littered the sand below, like... READ MORE
Bad Luck on Sea
They say that women are bad luck. Bad to have on ships. Because women like me anger the sea gods and cause bad weather. But of course, I’d never seen any bad weather whenever I walked onto these boats, with my hair shorn close to my skull so I looked like a young man. Not any more than usual, anyway. Old sea dogs are funny like that. They notice... READ MORE
The Feriluce’s Forbidden Love 2
So Elior stood before the Court of Heaven, charged with the highest treason: loving a mortal woman and putting her above the Supreme Being Itself. The voice of the Feriluce rang out like a thousand insanities: “Elior. Prophet, Diviner, Keeper of Time. You have been charged with the highest treason. With the fraternization of a daughter of... READ MORE
The Feriluce’s Forbidden Love
In a time before time, winged Feriluce lived in the Heavens far above the chaos of the newly-formed earth. Their work was to watch the world and teach its denizens the art of magic, and alchemy, and agriculture, and more, and instill the Supreme Being’s order upon all the land. Among these Feriluce was Elior, the Feriluce of Prophecy and Divination.... READ MORE
Stranger in a Nightclub: A Midnight Snack
The stranger from the nightclub says his name is Valentine. He says he knows an even better party somewhere in the middle of the city, and won't you and your friend give him the pleasure of your company? By now you know he's a vampire, because who else talks like that? He looks like a vampire is supposed to look, too. And you know you're putting not... READ MORE
The Wolf King Waits: Part 2
The little green firefly keeps buzzing angrily in your ear. “Follow me, if you want to live to see the morning.” You follow it as it zips through the trees, cutting down the vines that block your path. You can still hear the howling wind, and the mocking laughter of the Wolf King behind you. But farther away now, fainter, as you follow the... READ MORE
A Stranger In a Nightclub
It's Halloween at your favorite club. In the middle of July. The Cavern does stuff like this all the time—throw costume parties in July, Valentine's Day parties in November. Once they did a National Grilled Cheese Day for giggles. Any excuse for a party. You're dressed up all gothy in a little black dress, batwing glasses, earrings and a Wyvern choker... READ MORE