Wulfric the Wanderer: The Portal of Destiny (May 1, 2020)
by Charles Moffat (Author)
4.6 out of 5 stars (3 Reviews)
Wulfric
has grown weary of hunting in the Snowfell Mountains of Korovia and
decides to head south, looking for danger and adventure. What he finds
however is a portal that takes him back in time to when legendary
warriors walked the land, and when great dragons ate warriors like
himself as a snack.
The Cult of the She-Bear (Wulfric the Wanderer) (Jan 1, 2021)
by Charles Moffat (Author)
5.0 out of 5 stars (1 Reviews)
Wulfric
the Wanderer has traveled back in time to Korovia's Stone Age, when it
is on the cusp of the Bronze Age. He has earned the trust and respect of
the chieftain Ko Margus, and Wulfric has accepted that he is somehow
destined to be trapped in this time period for the time being. But
trouble is afoot. The priest of the tribe doesn't trust him and is
growing suspicious. Worse, the tribe is being splintered between those
who worship the tribe's horse god and a cult within their ranks of those
who worship a she-bear goddess.
When the tribe finds megalithic
carvings of bears in the side of a mountain the two sides begin to
bicker about whether to destroy the carvings. Wulfric decides to
investigate the nearby caves and the cave art within, finding more
caverns that delve deeper into the mountain. What he doesn't know is
that the bear carvings outside are magical wards that prevent a demonic
entity inside the mountain from escaping. If the carvings are destroyed
the entity will be freed and it will be able to feed once more...
Shifting Shadows in Iztark (Wulfric the Wanderer) (Mar 1, 2020)
by Charles Moffat (Author) , Charles Moffat (Illustrator)
5.0 out of 5 stars (1 Reviews)
Wulfric
the Wanderer has defeated the dark wizards inhabiting the Ivory Tower
of Iztark, but upon exiting a strange old man approaches him with the
promise of riches if he can assassinate the dark wizard known as
Merchant-Lord Phrax Al-Amun. But Phrax's palace and harem full of women
is guarded by more than mere mortal guards and the wandering
barbarian-turned-assassin will have to battle his way through all manner
of dangers and distractions.
Black Monoliths of Al-Kazar (Wulfric the Wanderer) (Sep 7, 2012)
by Charles Moffat (Author)
4.5 out of 5 stars (2 Reviews)
Tahira,
Wulfric's great love, is dead and the barbarian from Korovia decides to
strike out on his own. His journey brings him to a Quinian trading post
on the coast of Al-Kazar... But what he encounters there however is
black magic and 'Black Monoliths of Al-Kazar'. Forced into slavery
Wulfric the Wanderer must unlock his own rage within the dark abyss of
his soul.
The Unbreakable Arrow (Sep 1, 2020)
by Charles Moffat (Author)
4.6 out of 5 stars (3 Reviews)
The stranger arrived in the village leading a dying injured horse.
The
village was nameless, a collection of huts and stone buildings
surrounded by the dense trees of an endless forest. The bedraggled
people stared out of their hovels at the strange man with his injured
horse, many a greedy eye on both of them. The look of desperation in
their eyes was also one of hopelessness. These people had seen dark
times and had taken to living in the woods to avoid the darkness
enveloping much of the world.
The stallion was a dark grey roan
and its flanks were speckled with injuries from arrows, presumably from
bandits that plagued the road to the west. Most people would have simply
slain the horse and put it out of its misery, partially because the
meat alone was valuable, but this man did not. He led the horse to the
nearest water trough and allowed the steed to drink for a long time
before gently pulling the horse away.
The wanderer was tall and
broad of shoulder, with a bushy black beard covering a handsome yet
roadweary face, with a mane of unkept black hair with hints of grey
around the temples. He was dressed simply in blood spattered clothes and
carried a similarly blood spattered arming sword on his hip. The
bandits would be burying their dead tonight. He had no armour or other
weapons to speak of. Just the sword and the clothes on his back.
Further
up the road was the stables at the top of the hill, surrounded by
immense pine trees. The stranger walked up the rocky hill dense with
tall cedar trees, past the blacksmiths pounding away on their forge next
to a gully littered with the old bones of deer, elk and woolly rhinos.
They were making swords with handles made from antler and ivory.
The
stranger had seen such swords before, in the hands of the bandits who
had attacked him on the road. The stranger led his horse further up the
hill, slowly, almost gingerly. His horse was breathing heavily. When
they arrived after much time he paid the stable boy with copper coins
out of a hidden pocket.
"I dunno iffen dis horse will be livin'
through da night melord," drawled the stableboy, a skinny uneducated lad
of perhaps fifteen winters with a face of pimples and pock marks from
surviving the pox. "He be lookin' ta drop dead as a doorknob any moment
now."
The stranger produced a gold coin from an unknown location.
He held it up for the boy to see. "This is the finest and bravest horse
I have ever seen. I want you to wrap his wounds with clean linen and
make certain he is well fed, groomed and kept warm during the night. If
he lives until morning when I return, this coin will be yours. If any
horse deserves to live, this horse does." The stranger gave him a small
knowing smile, belying an untold story that made the lad curious to
learn more. "Now where can I find a place to sleep?"
The stable
boy pointed north. "Ye be gonna walk thatta way. When ye see da forest
glade wid all da purdy flowers then da inn will be da tall-like building
on da right."
The stranger walked north, following a trail
through the tall trees and past wooden huts with quiet villagers who
were busy worshipping their dark god. This village was not unlike others
he had visited recently. These were dark times and whole villages now
worshipped foul gods in an effort to stay alive, falsely believing that
if they worshipped a dark god that the dark god would spare them from
destruction. Dragons and demons roamed the land, and these villagers had
made their homes in a thick forest, hiding from the sight of any
dragons that might fly over, and praying they did not attract the
attention of any wandering demons.
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