Swordsman Stories

In the dimly lit alleys of the city, a shadow moved silently. This was Flint, the city's most skilled thief. At 5'8" with a lean, wiry frame, he was the epitome of stealth and agility. Flint wore a tight-fitting black tunic, made of soft, whisper-quiet fabric that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the night. His black leather breeches were tucked into equally dark boots, their soles soft and silent. A black mask covere...

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a beautiful kingdom surrounded by deserts. People rode around on camels across the desert. The women wore colourful desert dresses that wrapped around their bodies and over their heads so just their faces were visible. And the mens' clothing were dark shirts and trousers and cloaks. Within the kingdom lived a king who had lost his queen while giving birth to their only child...