Oathbound Chronicles I
Ruined
Bankin of Yewvale, Knight Errant of the Order Selkyriane, approached the overgrown ruin, a relic of a time long passed. Who might have lived in this ancient structure? A king or warlord and their retinue? Or perhaps it was a chapel to the Divine Moon, home to mystics? Bankin would never know, for even the oldest of archives in the Chainlands were not complete enough to recall all the history lost in the Dark Ages after the death of the High Queen.
The history mattered little, besides, when the nearby farms were failing and the tenants were terrified to go out of their stilt-lofted huts. The marsh possessed many dangers, and proved a harsh taskmaster, and these folk were not soft, as the Lords and Ladies in their lofty caerns often proved. They were a hardy folk, tough as marshgrass, and not given to fear. Whatever unnatural thing had made its home in the old ruin was shaking these stalwart folk to their very cores, and Bankin was determined to drive it out.
Oathbound Chronicles is a series of short fiction inspired by my current in-development solo TTRPG, Oathbound and Kate Korsaro’s “The League.”


I feel hooked right now!
Its simple. There is a ghostie or ghastie took up residence. Sure you aint a cleric? Could I interest u in some holy blessed water? Oils? What's that youvsay? Go with you? Dont think so.. Marshland's thataway..