Sample Post from the Fantasy Genre this Month:
Lucia Valeria posts in Tamriel
In the quiet, early hours of the morning, the main tavern of the Wayward Knight was quiet. The fire in the great hearth had dwindled. The few guests, having long gone to their rooms, left the well-worn chairs empty. In the silence, this was the best time to hear the creaks and groans only an inn hundreds of years old could make.
Sleepily, Lucia made her way across the wooden floor, attempting her best effort to walk with muffled footsteps to the service entrance in the kitchen. Bright-as-the-Sea, the Argonian healer from the temple, waited outside, cloaked and patient.
Lucia held her candle with one hand and quietly opened the door with the other, giving it a nudge with her hip. “Sorry if I am late,” she whispered. “Aunt Peregrina was supposed to wake me up before she went to bed.”
Bright-as-the-Sea passed inside. “I have not been waiting long, and the night is clear and full of stars,” she said.
Lucia shut the door with a quiet click before hurrying over to the cellar’s trap door, opening it for the healer. The candlelight did little to guide them down the darkened stairs, but a small, orange glow lingered from the end of the winding corridor.
The small servant’s quarters were dimly lit by a fire and a few dwindling candles. The Bosmer’s lanky body lay stretched out across one of the beds. He wore only a pair of homespun trousers, revealing his many healing scars. Though he paid the women no attention, Lucia set the candle down on the bedside table and plucked the book from his hands. “It’s time,” she said. “Don’t pretend like we’re not here.”
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