Together in the KeepTirarna, Dragon Queen and High Mistress of Garth was in the room of Zashariel, the former elf queen. Tirarna was trying on a green dress that belonged to Zashariel.Together in the Keep by *Celestialhost
"It fits much better than I expected," said Tirarna. "You are so lucky to have brought a change of clothes here. I just had the clothes I stood up on. Those dresses the sisters give us are a bit too plain for my taste."
"You look really lovely, Tirarna," said Zashariel. "You must wear this for dinner tonight."
"It's a shame I haven't got any shoes to wear with it," complained Tirarna.
"They took all my shoes away when I arrived, apart from a pair of sandals to wear outside," said the elf.
"The sisters are very precious about their carpets," said Tirarna.
The human looked at herself in the mirror. To her disgust, she saw that the green streaks in her hair were growing out.
"I wish I had some green dye with me," said Tirarna.
"Perhaps somebody could get some for you?" suggested Zashariel.
"The sisters would probably be too wo
Rise of a Brownie Dragon Queen ch8Lady Melkanen knelt in prayer and supplication in the temple of Tamezzka. Before her stood the great statue of the goddess, a beautiful horned elf in armour of dragonscale.Rise of a Brownie Dragon Queen ch8 by *Celestialhost
The brownie noblewoman was momentarily distracted from her prayer by the arrival of a another brownie, who also knelt down before the statue. Lifting her head, Melkanen was surprised to notice that it was Princess Trasifen. She knew she ought not to be surprised, Trasifen might be married to a human, but she was a brownie and no doubt as devoted to Tamezzka as any.
After they had completed their devotions, the two brownie women rose up.
"Princess, I greet you in the name of Tamezzka and all our gods," said Melkanen.
"And I greet you too, Lady Melkanen. I am glad to meet you here, among brownies and away from the elven court," said Trasifen.
Melkanen then showed the consort of Brassenmark to the lounge area of the temple, where worshipers and visitors could eat the sacred food. Melkanen rented a small private room in
The Princess of PowerIn the dining hall of VielsDen Keep, the former elven queen Zashariel and Tirarna, Dragon Queen and High Mistress of Garth were enjoying their evening dinner.The Princess of Power by *Celestialhost
"And your armies put down the Orc sorcerer Gruzablu and his minions?" asked Tirarna.
"Yes, after they had ravaged two dwarf kingdoms," replied Zashariel.
A figure came running across the dining hall toward the two inmates.
It was a young woman, with long blonde hair streaming behind her. She was dressed in a white dress that had been made in the VielsDen Keep workshop. Inmates were permitted to wear their own clothes, but most found it convenient to wear the dresses provided by the sisters.
The young woman jumped up, landing her bare feet on the dining table.
She stood high above the two former queens.
"I am Pardeela, Princess of Power!" declared the young woman.
The elf and the human queen sighed.
"I am the champion of freedom, the sword of justice- the enemy of all tyranny!" shouted Pardeela.
"Do go away," said Tirarna.
Sheriff of Copper Fold ch4"Your duties will change little as a result of my presence," explained Inquisitor Skennitus to the assembled members of the Copper Fold militia.Sheriff of Copper Fold ch4 by *Celestialhost
"You will continue to take immediate orders from your captain. You will be called upon to assist me and my deputies when the occasion merits it. As a result of my appointment, you will be spending a good deal less time enforcing the law in the Fold. You can thus be more engaged in combating the monsters that threaten your land."
Standing in the courtyard with her comrades, Telsha shivered. The snow had fallen early in the morning and it was bitterly cold. The newly appointed sheriff had insisted on the entire militia assembling for his inspection.
Inquisitor Skennitus appeared a truly awesome figure to the young militiawoman. His face was set in an almost permanent grimace. The two pistols he wore at his belt marked him out as a dangerous figure, not a common soldier or a knight, but one who killed with ease and pleasure.
Skennitus moved close
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