Although I don't like to be the center of attention, I always loved my birthdays. A human custom introduced by father. Mother always sent us outside in the morning to collect so that she could take the kitchen apart in peace. She was a grandiose alchemist and elementalist, but af...

Just as I was going through some new movements with Mother, a voice rang out behind us. A deep, feminine voice. Mother seemed to know who she was, because she put a hand directly on the dagger on her belt. When we turned to the voice, I recognized her as well. Lysha Backdorn. A n...

The cycle is drawing to a close. From the direction of the city one could already hear the celebrations, partly even see them. Mother always looked forward to the "event" in a relaxed manner. On this day we always had a mushroom soup, decorated with a Bigwig, and a good Gorgondy...

The stone is getting colder, and I am looking forward to the theoretical class because meanwhile, I have pulverized the third mannequin, and even if my mother seemed to be proud of me, she drives me further as if I was a useless golem.

After the ashes of the training dummy coll...

›Seke khalith mii'n tluin hyrr'ol xuil dosstan. Rak'nes vel'drav klezn inbau dubo‹ was my father's first sentence in the language of the Drow. It would probably mean as much as ›True courage means to be honest with yourself in his speech. Especially when it gets difficult‹. While...