Ricardo was inside his tent, a shelter made of thick fabric that still felt thin against the distant, constant noise of war. The battlefield outside… ah, it was a brutal place. Even after more than twenty years serving in the ranks of the Kingdom of Ardia, even after seeing all kinds of terrible things, he had never managed to get used to that...
2025-05-08 20:07:53 +0000 UTC View PostA week had already passed since that difficult conversation
with Duke Valmir and the arrival of young Cecilia. Miguel was back in his
office. The place was large, with shelves full of books and a pleasant smell
of old paper and a little polished wax. Outside the window, the late afternoon sunlight
was beginning to gild th...
2025-05-03 12:53:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe ballroom was filled with a vibrant atmosphere.
Lights from chandeliers and golden sconces illuminated the spacious area,
reflecting off the walls adorned with rich tapestries and paintings depicting
the recent history of Drakmoor. Marble columns supported
a high ceiling, where gold and blue details contrasted harmonio...
2025-05-03 03:45:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe gates of the mansion slowly opened, revealing a meticulously arranged scene. Two rows of soldiers were positioned along the stone path leading to the main entrance, forming an honor corridor for the duke’s arrival. They wore immaculate uniforms with dark blue and gold accents, polished boots, and rigid postures. Discipline was evident, and...
2025-02-12 14:24:45 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel walked through the streets of Drakmoor alongside Alistair and Arthur. The constant sound of conversations, laughter, and the creaking of handcarts being pushed created a lively atmosphere. The streets, newly paved with stone blocks, were crowded with citizens going about their daily routines. Vendors offered fresh fruits, artisans adjuste...
2025-02-04 17:44:18 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel was in his office, seated behind a desk cluttered with maps, documents, and sketches. Beside him, Amélia, his sister, was reviewing some papers with a keen eye, while Jonh, the current Secretary of Defense, stood near the window, gazing out at the city stretching into the distance. The soft light of late afternoon filtered through the ha...
2024-12-23 23:39:10 +0000 UTC View PostWe are nearing the end of another volume of this story. I sincerely thank all of you who are following my work; each one of you is very special to me. Your support is what drives me to keep writing more and more. The next chapters of the fourth volume will be published later this week, so you can look forward to even more adventures on the journ...
2024-12-21 15:53:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe great steam engine was finally assembled in the vast underground testing hall, a chamber carved with the dwarves' characteristic precision. The metallic structure gleamed under the light of torches and lamps, highlighting the sturdy pistons, the massive boiler, and the intricate tubes forming the steam conduction system. Dwarves from all are...
2024-12-21 15:50:31 +0000 UTC View PostAmelia was seated in her office, a pile of letters and documents scattered across the dark wooden desk. Sunlight streamed softly through the window, illuminating the room and highlighting the Drakmoor crest embroidered on the curtain in the background. Her eyes scanned each paper attentively, occasionally furrowing her brow when something requir...
2024-12-11 20:32:11 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the room's expectations, but he maintained a firm posture and a serene expression. He was a king and knew he needed to convey confidence and clarity. “Your Majesty Thrain, Counselor Dáin, Governor Baudor,” he began in an assertive tone, “what I propose goes beyond the traditional smithing w...
2024-12-06 20:06:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe ceremonial square near the island's harbor was impeccably decorated, with the kingdom's dwarven banners hanging from stone masts and symbols carved into large obelisks surrounding the space. The morning light illuminated the site, casting a golden glow on the polished granite floor and reflecting off the gleaming equipment of the uniformed d...
2024-12-03 20:00:42 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning was clear and fresh on the Island, and the mild dawn weather brought an unusual calm to Miguel’s spirit. He was in his room, leaning against the window overlooking the vast agricultural fields of the island. The scenery was breathtaking, with perfectly aligned rows of crops stretching as far as the eye could see. The golden light o...
2024-11-27 22:31:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe first week of the project passed at a frenetic pace, and Miguel could sense the dwarves' dedication and efficiency in every step of the progress. From the very beginning, teams of artisans and engineers worked on the crane's structure with astonishing precision. Materials were quickly gathered, thanks to Governor Baudor's meticulous planning...
2024-11-23 04:44:27 +0000 UTC View PostA few days had passed since Miguel arrived in the dwarven kingdom. At that moment, he found himself in a large meeting room, seated beside Governor Baudor and Brother Baromir. The room was impressive, with walls carved from solid stone and adorned with intricate reliefs depicting battle scenes, festivities, and stories that seemed to date back t...
2024-11-19 01:59:24 +0000 UTC View PostUpon entering the dining hall, Miguel and his entourage were greeted by a surprising sight. At the center of the room stood an enormous rectangular table, its polished wooden surface reflecting the soft light of the torches on the walls. The table was an impressive example of dwarven ingenuity: Miguel noticed several servants adjusting the chair...
2024-11-17 14:03:20 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel and his entourage, accompanied by the delegation of beastmen, were on a long trek towards the governor's residence on the island. The journey was made on foot, as, according to the dwarves, there were no carriages large enough to accommodate all members of the entourage. Around them, the landscape shifted from rustic, compact buildings to...
2024-11-14 18:19:42 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel stepped down the ship’s ramp, his feet steady on the dwarf port’s ground for the first time. The port was surprisingly bustling, with a steady flow of dwarven workers coming and going, carrying wooden crates and metal barrels, as smaller boats arrived and departed. Along the docks, Miguel spotted a few beastmen mingling with the dwarv...
2024-11-10 16:29:25 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel and his entourage arrived at the port, where a large wooden ship awaited them, gently rocking on the water. The ship was imposing and robust, built with thick planks and tall masts that supported wide sails. The structure resembled the ancient Chinese ships he knew from his old world—with broad hulls and the almost rectangular shape of ...
2024-11-05 16:01:50 +0000 UTC View PostAurelio was in his office, in the heart of the ducal palace, his face set in an expression of pure hatred. The tall windows allowed daylight to pour in, but he barely noticed the brightness or warmth. The war had stalled, and the past few months had been a succession of failures, each piece of news more frustrating than the last. He drummed his ...
2024-11-03 22:20:13 +0000 UTC View PostBrother Baromir, a beast-man priest with a robust appearance and a face that resembled a boar, sat in a thick wooden chair by his fireplace. The fire softly illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls and warming the space with a cozy heat. In his hands, he held a letter written by Miguel himself, the young king of Drakmoor....
2024-10-31 19:05:34 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel watched the door open and saw João entering, closely followed by Lila. João, even with an amputated arm and the eye patch covering his war-marked face, seemed to have recovered. He moved with determination, and there was a certain calmness in his gaze, a sign he was overcoming the trauma. Beside him, Lila stood firm, and Miguel noticed ...
2024-10-30 22:35:50 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel was sitting in his office, eyes focused on the sketches before him, holding a glass of wine. The end of winter brought new life to Drakmoor. The streets were busier, people returned to work, and he could feel the renewed optimism in the air. Projects that had been paused during the cold season were now being resumed, and the city, under h...
2024-10-28 22:40:24 +0000 UTC View PostMiguel felt a wave of water trickle into his mouth, fresh and unexpected. He opened his eyes abruptly, confused, and leaned back, his senses still disoriented. He realized he was lying on something soft, and soon felt the texture of grass under his fingers. A sense of relief washed over him, but he remained on guard, still unsure of where he was...
2024-10-25 21:42:18 +0000 UTC View PostErondir ran through the alleys and streets of the duchy's capital with his heart racing, his quick steps echoing in the silence of the narrow passages. The city, with its tall towers and imposing walls, felt oppressive under the gray sky. He knew he was risking everything by venturing to the central square, but the rumors were too disturbing to ...
2024-10-21 23:42:36 +0000 UTC View PostAurélio looked at Miguel with a smile that radiated pure disdain, his voice dripping with mockery. “So, little brother,” he said, pausing for a moment to let his words echo in the room, “what do you think is going to happen now?”
Miguel remained silent. He stared at Aurélio, but had no strength left to respond. The physical pain...