Dragon of the North...Lord of High Honor...The Immortal Giant...The Black Maelstrom...Son of Thunderfield...Aamon’s Axe.  Dalric had many names. None as fitting as his last. Battle the Gods and the odds are always stacked against you. Battle yourself and you always lose. He spent much of his life doing both, and they were the only wars he'd seen defeat in. Alas, they were endless endeavors, never leaving him be. He thought eternal retreat would finally bring him peace, but even death could not free him.  When Dalric found what he sought, he met not his end, but rather a new beginning. Once again, the battlefields called for him. This time, they would only accept victory. <><><> Some time in the future Heduana waved her hand at her poorly veiled client, "Enough. I'm a storyteller, not an informant. Whatever the case may be with this thorn of yours, it is a story unfinished. If you survive its end, you may return. I'll recite it to you."  They cursed, stood, cursed again, and marched to the exit. Heduana giggled.  After they had stormed away and she was once more left with nothing but her books and wayward souls, a glow came to her eyes accompanied by a devious tint to her smile, "To come to me… So the Gods' demon has returned not only unchained, but defiant. Fascinating. And just in time to throw so many plans astray." She raised her hand and a tome dropped in it, "What tale will you tell this time, Dalric the Deathseeker." What To Expect: A good time. In a few more words than that, a good amount of intra personal conflict, of schemes and intrigue, of interesting spells, of worldbuilding, of intelligent characters, of some other sixth thing, and of chapters. This will be a journey. Release Times: Sundays 12pm EST and Wednesdays 9pm EST (Currently posting daily) I also write A King in the Clouds