The weather has turned. Fall has moved on and now the temperatures drop a little more every night without fail. Each morning is colder than the one before it and soon the world will wake up to frost rather than dew. A man is kneeling by the creek, his rice hat tipped back. He cups the clean water in...

“Perhaps you would like to see my technique.” Sohei said the lumbering snake warriors in the dark of night. An army of the city of Haven’s warriors stood with him. Some held glowing balls of magic others twin blades of sharpened steel and others axes and shields made of iron. The snake did not look ...

As the sun rises over the mountains, Sohei is kneeling on the cold stone dew soaked stones outside the Inn. His wide brimmed rice hat is over his head and the drizzling rain is running down it. A large boulder taller than Sohei’s slender shoulders while standing sits six feet in front of the silent ...

I had a great time at FH. Paula come to the one day, and this was her first one. I loved seeing Nelky even if it was only for a few hours. I actually thin the puzzle plot was one Mikes best and most diabolical plot. I heard some birching about the skills being swapped. You know what you got into, an...

"The easiest way to swim across a river is to angle downstream. You do not need to know every turn and twist. Would you like some tea?" Sohei asked, pointing to the cup.

"If there is anything I could do, I am at your service." Sohei says.

"She came here before winter, and I was trapped and could not join until the snows clear. " Sohei said with a smile.

"Monks of my order do not have names, though there are those who call me Sohei." The elf said, putting his hand out.

"I am not unskilled in the arts of healing." The man says taking a long drink of the green tea.

"Terrible events always unfold. One can not truly control damage, but perhaps redirect it. Have you seen woman named Toritaka?" Sohei asked.

The man tips back his hat, the red silk band holding it against his chin revealing a friendly face and tattoos. He has the tell tale point ears of an elf, save they have more points and are forest green. Once the pot of water is brought to him, he fills the cup with water just a little, swirls the w...

A man comes down the road, walking alone through the forest. He is clad in loud bamboo armor, a rice hat so wide it blocks the view of his face. He has on a brilliant emerald green silk tunic, and long wide grey hakama pants. His feet are clad in shoes made from bamboo and leather. Tattoos seem to c...

“You are not the first guardian of the dragon.” The bald monk dressed in a salmon colored robe said. He had tattoos all over his body and even covering his face and head. He wore wooden shoes. “Nor will you be the last. You are not special.” Sohei kneeled in the pouring rain that was so cold it chil...

The sun is hot and high in the sky and there are no clouds to block the heat of its gaze. Sohei is working in the field pushing the plow behind the mule the farmer who let him stay last night owned. Over his head was a satchel filled with seeds culled from last year’s harvest. Sohei has not planted ...

Sohei looked up at the two men in the tavern from under the brim of his bamboo hat with a complete lack of fear. They were dogs and dogs often needed to be reminded who the alpha was. Sohei scooped another spoonful of rice into his mouth. “Did you hear me?” The troll said. The troll had long hair gr...