Lejin, with the newly acquired artifact, worked his way through the sewers, navigating the dark as though it was a swift stroll through the streets of Arkala. Lejin, having grown up in the dark underworld of the sewers of Arkala, was at home with the darkness, its anonymity and privacy lent itself to his lifestyle.... Continue Reading →

Chapter 1. The darkness enveloped him as he slowly crept through the streets of Arkala. The fog of the morning, just starting to swirl, almost embraced him like a well-fitted cloak. Lejin, no stranger to the dark, was crouched in a corner of the cobblestone pillars that lined the alleyways, stolen fisherman pike hook in... Continue Reading →