Finished this a while ago but wanted to come back to say that I really enjoyed it. Loved the dynamic between Aedir and Moldar, and how Moldar is that perfect blend of monstrous and likable. I agree with Sam that Aedir adds levity and humanity as a quasi-outsider. I’ll be perusing some older stuff hoping to see more of these chaps
Thank you so much, great to hear you enjoyed the characters. Aedir is in one other story - Terror Comes to Coverley - and I do have ideas for more stories featuring him and Moldar, though not necessarily together.
Another star of a short story. Glad to see Aedir is back, he adds a note of comedy and humanity to an otherwise grizzly affair. I liked the battle between the mercenaries, especially the description of the battlefield towards the end. "The bog seemed to be swallowing the dead quicker than the boys could salvage the loot."
Oh, that was so good. I liked it. There was just enough to want the questions answered, and enough that was left hanging. Where'd the coin come from? What kind of magic do they both have? Very well written.
Finished this a while ago but wanted to come back to say that I really enjoyed it. Loved the dynamic between Aedir and Moldar, and how Moldar is that perfect blend of monstrous and likable. I agree with Sam that Aedir adds levity and humanity as a quasi-outsider. I’ll be perusing some older stuff hoping to see more of these chaps
Thank you so much, great to hear you enjoyed the characters. Aedir is in one other story - Terror Comes to Coverley - and I do have ideas for more stories featuring him and Moldar, though not necessarily together.
Another star of a short story. Glad to see Aedir is back, he adds a note of comedy and humanity to an otherwise grizzly affair. I liked the battle between the mercenaries, especially the description of the battlefield towards the end. "The bog seemed to be swallowing the dead quicker than the boys could salvage the loot."
Thank you so much. Aedir is great fun to write too as he is a little anachronistic to the events he becomes embroiled with.
Oh, that was so good. I liked it. There was just enough to want the questions answered, and enough that was left hanging. Where'd the coin come from? What kind of magic do they both have? Very well written.
Thank you, it means a lot.
Enough to hint at the wider world and tie it all in but not so much as to muddle the story.
*Winces*
All for the want of beer
The sentinals thought they'd fight with a cheer.
After a fight with the chainer's own
More silver that can be imagined was soon gone.
Damn, you gotta feel sorry for the Sentinals...
It's just such a loss over a drink.
Gracious thanks for the wonderful poem 🙂