In Fragile Alliance, Tarian struggles to hold together a coalition already strained by mistrust. A forged signature surfaces, the elves demand answers, and the dwarves reject every accusation. Each word spoken risks tearing the pact apart, and when suspicion sharpens, even the strongest bonds may break.
When trust wavers, shadows creep in, and betrayal poisons the room… Tarian must wield every skill he has to keep the alliance from crumbling.
Creeping provides the perfect backdrop for this tale of suspicion and fracture. Its stalking blues tones echo the tension of every accusation and every silence that pushes the coalition closer to collapse.
Behind the Scenes:
As I approached this chapter, I wanted to heighten the pressure on an already fractured alliance. Revisiting the draft, I realized the foundation was stronger than I’d first assumed. It just needed sharper tension and more polish to bring the cracks to the surface.
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Tarian drew his finger along the table and tapped against the document. “Fitik, you know Caleb. Do you suppose he forged this to implicate you or your kin?”
The dwarf’s scowl deepened as he glared at Variel. He ran his tongue across his lips before downing his mug. Fitik’s fingers clenched the tankard until it cracked in his grip. He looked between them. “No. Caleb is no liar, and neither am I. That mark disgraces us both.”
Variel pointed at the incriminating paper. “Then explain your signature!”
Fitik leapt to his feet and banged his fists on the table, cracking the wooden slab. Armed men rushed into the small hall, weapons bared. Tarian raised his hand, stopping them in their tracks. He kept his attention on Fitik as he addressed them. “We’re fine. Return to your posts.”
“Are you sure?” Keldon asked as he lowered his rifle.
“Leave us, Kel!” When the door closed, Tarian lifted the sheet of paper and rounded the cracked table. “Fitik, can you agree this raises questions?”
“It’s as suspicious as Variel possessing the antidote to that creature!”
“We created the remedy after finding the beast.” Variel’s hand drifted to Tarian. “The tonic saved Keldon’s life, not to mention yours, Fitik. Though that coincidence isn’t as curious as the missive holding your signature!”
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