One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

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In the darkest part

 Of the dampest corner.

 In the deepest dark 

Where there are no mourners.

Where not a single soul dares sojourner.

 That is where the Spider Queen lives...

In the coldest part

 Of the lowest caverns.

 In the dankest park

Where no sane thing would scavenge.

Where there is not a single Hero to challenge

 Her rule, no mercy does the Spider Queen give...

Her throne

 Is her own

 Layered in webs and bones.

All of the Knights who came?

 None of their feats have shown.

 None of their heroics are known.

 None of their fates have grown.

All ended up on her plate.

None of them made it back home...

The King of Theodora already has enough problems

Without constantly losing all of the Knights who could solve them...

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See you all over at the gates of Enverdolmal soon enough!

Safe travels folks.

And as always,

Stay say.

 Stay healthy.

 Stay vigilant.

-Redd.