Kingdom of Ranavar Supplements

• Up Over the Rocky Ledge (One Shot)

  41st of Gnielm, 138 RI

  Salvora Peaks, Athal

  Crahy’s path was a dogged one, cragulous and intensely vertical.

  “How much further?” Urm called from the next ledge down.

  Crahy was tired of the question. “You can see as well as I can, so stop asking.” 

  Her sister went quiet for a moment, then, and Crahy took a glance down to make sure Urm was still following.

  Below and behind, there had only been the nipping of Ranavar’s dogs at their heels. They had held together well enough through that trial, there was at least that to be grateful for.

  Now though, moving hand over hand, they had escaped that. Crahy crested up over the rocky ledge, and turned to help her sister up behind.

  Now together, they could see their destination sprawled out across this plateau. A town, very simple in its construction, thriving against all odds of the heights. They saw homes and shops, they saw other goblin people like them.

  Reaching the top left them not at the end of their path, for what they had been on was no path worth walking, but rather at the beginning of a whole new life.

• The Weight of His Hammer in Motion (One Shot)

  135th of Gnielm, 131 RI

  Sandsheen, Athal

  Micai felt his breath, hot air of the waste sucking into him. He felt the beads of sweat, and the weight of his hammer in motion. The orc to his left folded in on themself, exposed chest caved. Already, he was arcing back for the next swing, and the one after that.

  Across the battlefield, a pulsing thrum mingled with the screams of elves and orcs alike. It was like the reverberation of a gong, like light to Micai’s moth. He carved his way through to it, unwilling to resist.

  He was at the very center of the battlefield then, called there as the king by a sorcerer all of gritted teeth and gnashing eyes. What he found there was a knife, slipped quietly between his plate, as he thrashed and screamed and bled and bled and bled.