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Chapter Eleven Crone. What in the infernal maelstrom of elements and energy gave birth to that wench? And why couldn't she speak plainly? Heart of the Forest. How are a bunch of bureaucratic, tree-hugging, effeminate (except for Crone) elves not going to know what the Heart of the Forest is...

Chapter Ten Evangeline had saved the ones she could. Most were poisoned. Now free of the Spider Plane, as Crone called it, they would recuperate. Crone had healed more than a few, herself, calling on the Spirits of the Wood for such grace. Crone's blind gaze pierced Evangeline. Held her...

Chapter Nine The spiders were waiting for something. After the smaller Lo Chi-sized ones had attacked a few of the townsfolk, they withdrew to wait for the larger spiders to show up. It did not take long. Most of the townsfolk could not see in the dark and had no idea what they were being...

Chapter Eight Merv dropped his torch through the trapdoor to see what was down there. Something caught on fire and spread throughout the entire chamber beneath him. The torch fell through, even deeper. That's gotta be fifty feet down, easily. Good thing I come prepared. Nice place. Dead...

Chapter Seven All was darkness, an absolute blanket of black that Lo Chi's gnomish night vision could not pierce. Her feet were stuck to the ground. Springy but firm. Wherever she was, time seemed a meaningless abstract. At some point, Lo Chi began to hear the comforting sounds of company...

Chapter Six "Dewhollow" The man's voice was thick as he said it. Something terrible had begun to gnaw at her stomach, even then. Evangeline sighed. Home. Warren, the woodworker from the Lost Haven, had told the broken-faced man that the spiderbox had come from someone who had gotten it...

Chapter Five Lo Chi was gone. Ororck had watched her chant some spell after she lit up the fountain. Whatever it did, she stood staring out in shock at all the spiders. Then she faded. Just faded. Now Ororck was alone with the albino spiders. Fine. Ororck was no stranger to solitude. The...

At once exotic and familiar. I like Thomas!

Wow! A quick Appraise check says this one's definitely worth something!

In my opinion, if I may be constructive: You demonstrate a mildly incomplete grasp of grammar at the beginning of your tale (Read it aloud; you'll hear what I mean.), but you have an excellent empathic link with your characters. This story is good enough that it deserves to be polished.

Mmm. A thoroughly enjoyable read with lots of low-level goodness. I especially enjoyed the parlay with the goblins.

Chapter Four Lo Chi opened the box. She had to open the box. This guy, Warren, the Woodworker, had agreed to take her on as an apprentice -he's more than just an artist - that's for sure. With his connections... All she had to do was a favor. Confirm a rumor. Done. But when she got back...

Chapter Three The prairie dog tried to burrow into the earth, but hit solid hardwood only a couple of prairie dog-lengths down. What was this place? He'd gone up to get here. Up? Somehow that didn't seem quite right. But that didn't matter, now; hide from the spiders. His name...

Chapter Two Enok's hammer forged another horseshoe. He beat them out as fast as he could. He wasn't here to make horseshoes. He was merely paying the smith for the use of his smithy. Enok had another project... They had left the Elf-Hunter and the Captain unarmored and unarmed out in the...

Thank you, Angel. More to come...

Evangeline looked down upon the bleeding dwarf. - waning - Life surged through her fingertips and opened his eyes. They almost said “thank you.” This dwarf, Enok, a hollow worshipper of an infernal deceiver. A selfish, opportunistic, often evil-hearted little man. But Evangeline held on to...