Ossinett

Bill watched closely as Ser Robert’s horse kicked and snarled, torrents of icy winter breath firing from its nostrils like the flames of the dragon that crested its rider’s helm. No wonder the brute had gained such a fearsome reputation; he was a tower of black steel and fury astride a beast that towered over any other knight’s steed. The Warren knight gave a glance down at the squire beside him, some poor girl of fifteen wrapped up in the purple, navy and yellow of her knigh

She stood nearly six feet in height, long brown hair cascading from her head and sticking out of the bottom of her closed helm. The image made Romidor think of a wild creature bursting from its clothes, like the stories of werewolves that the governess would tell him before bed. In a choice between the wolves in the stories and the woman in front of him, the prince thought he'd have better odds with the wolves - at least wolves didn't wield hammers. Ser Helena Darlynton, know

The Freystorm Rebellion is one of the most recent military and political conflicts in Cornay, led by the self-styled “Lord of Dragons”...