A Job for a Decayling

“Good day, Flamebearer.” It was a rare feeling for Retvik to seem so small and insignificant. The chair and desk he was sitting at were perfectly normal in size. The desk and chair in front of him were insanely huge. To fit a being that was at least triple Retvik’s size. “Uh… good day, ser…” … Read more

A Late Hospital Visit

Lysar tutted as she flicked through a glossy magazine. She never really understood who read these rather unsavoury tabloids, normally written by gossiping Skyavok or Cassian Temthans, but there were always tons of them in waiting rooms across Rethan territories. This waiting room was particularly quiet, but that was because it was late in the … Read more