Morim woke up with his lungs burning. His whole body was cold. His joints were stiff, so stiff that he couldn’t move. He struggled to remember, to somehow grasp with his mind where he had just been, to hold on to some detail. But there was nothing.

“That one was the hardest yet,” a voice said. “You almost stayed dead this time.”

Read “The Latest Death of Morim” here.

In the process of creating a fantasy setting for my roleplaying system LORE, I’ve been playing with a lot of world-building elements: cosmology, racial influences on culture, magic, spirits, and the like. A great way for me to get a feel for these elements and how they fit together is to write a story about them.

This story is called “Brea’s Crossing,” and it’s about the dangers of caravan travel, dueling, and leylines. Let me know what you think in the comments to this post. I’ll likely be releasing more stories in the future.

Read “Brea’s Crossing” here.