Novels by FavyPen

Arthur and Lady Philippa left the Peckham Manor without looking back. Arthur drove Philippa back to her own house in the quit part of the SqudCity. The evening breeze was cool as Arthur's carriage stopped right at Philippa house.Philippa came down the carriage and Arthur did the same. Philippa had tried more than once to send him back after dropping her, insisting that he did not need come inside. But Arthur refused and was not ready to leave as he pushed open the door and entered. Right now, Maltida was sitting on Arthur's lap with her parchment assignment at Arthur. "Look, Mister. I can not figure this out about the old great Houses. Please help?Arthur chuckled, looking at the scribbled lines. "Alright, lass. Let's see... House Eldric ruled the northern Kingdom in the year of the great frost, yes? That is what your teacher means." Matilda laugh, scribbling on the parchment. While inside the kitchen, the sound of pots and plates scattering could be heard. Martha was making the

Inside the Peckham family manor, Elars parents and the old lady of the Peckham was already gathered. Godric, Maren and their parent were the only not present. Inside the living room of the manor was very calm. From the look of things, it seems Elara and Keneric just came not long ago. Elara was sitting close to Kenric with his arms wrapped around her shoulder possessively. Instead of scolding their daughter for the scandal, Elara's mother walked in to the room with a tray of ale, and then setting a wine cup before Kenric with a smile on her face. "Ah, there you are, Master Kenric. Some ale to ease the evening, yeah?" Kenric nodded immediately. "Thanks.."Arthur who was standing by the doorway with Philippa at his side, could only roll his eyes at the disgusting display. His fists were even clenched tight and he opened his mouth to say something but Philippa's hand quickly tugged his arm, her head shaking just slightly for him not to.Arthur then shifted his eyes to Philippa hand o

It was already the end of the Brotherhood guild's working hours, and still Arthur did not returned guild. Lady Philippa let out a deep sigh as her mind drifted back to the scheme she had planned. She was the one who send the forged parchment to Kenric, luring him to come to Arthur's house, and then delivered the false note from Elara to Arthur himself. It was a risky play, but it was necessary for her to take Elara down. She could play the game too. Right now, ger carriage was parked outside of Arthur's manor. Inside of the carriage was quiet with her driver sitting calmly and waiting for the next order. She was debating whether to step inside or simply instruct her driver to take her back to her own house. Truth be told, she was not entirely sure why she had come at all. She let out another deep breath as she pushed open the carriage door. "Go on home," she told her driver. "I' will manage from here." "Yes, Ms." She walked to the gate and exchanged a few words with the bodygu

At the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild, Lady Philippa was holding a parchment. She let out another deep breath as her fingers trembled slightly as she folded the parchment. Then she nodded to the tall guard that was standing right beside her. "Take this to Lord Arthur immediately and tell him it is from his wife, Lady Elara." The guard nodded and bowed his head and took the page, turn and quickly head straight to Arthur's office. He knocked twice on the heavy wood door before Arthur's voice sounded. "Who is there?" Arthur's voice sounded from the inside. "My lord, it is a letter from your wife, Lady Elara." the guard replied quickly. Arthur frowned then set aside the ledger he was going through. He stood up and opened the door just enough to take the parchment from the guard. "Thank you," he muttered as he took the parchment and then dismissed the man with a nod before shutting the door close firmly. Unfolding the note, his eyes scanned the ink written on it. "I have fallen ba

The workers were busy today in the Peckham Citadel site. Elara walked quickly to were Kenric was and grabbed him away with her. She did not want to be seen talking to Kenric."Hello, my beautiful lady," Kenric said, his voice soft as she let go of his arm.Elara pulled him close to the wall. "Stop speaking sweetly! Answer me now, Did you tell lies about my husband’s Guild, the Brotherhood Silver Hand Guild?"Kenric smiled, looking very pleased with himself. "Yes, I did that. By my troth, I did! The coin price of the Brotherhood fell sharply today, by more than a fifth! Your husband's wealth is already smaller. This is only the first day. Soon, Arthur will have no money left at all!"Hearing it, Elara felt anger flash across her face. "Why did you do such a wicked thing? Is it because of Lord Gideon your cousin..."Kenric shouted before she could finish, "It is not for Lord Gideon, but for you!""For me?" Elara stared at him, stunned.Kenric took a step closer. "I am in love with you,

Godric was sitting on a wooden chair inside an Inn.Grabbing the tankard from the table, he gulped down a small portion of ale into his mouth. He took a hissed through his teeth as he slammed the tankard down. "By the saints, this ale is worse than the village pond!" He cursed as if the ale was the source of all his troubles."Arthur should have been married to my sister not you Elara." he muttered, shaking his head.In Godric’s opinion, if Maren was the one married to Arthur, it would be easy for him to be able to boast with pride that he sister was married to the new Head of the Brotherhood Guild. Maren might even convince Arthur to hire him, Godric at the Guild.He sighed. "Well," he grumbled, "let Elara ruin things as she always does. It is her true talent, after all."Godric knew Elara would sure ruin things between her and Arthur. Once she ruined things, Arthur will be free and Maren will pursue Arthur.Thinking about it, Godric smiled. His gaze then shifted to the small gall

Location: Mountainfell!Blood Duke Doran was walking around the courtyard of the mansion with his hands folded behind his back.Varak was also walking beside him.Just then a guard rush in.Both Doran and Varak snapped their heads toward the man at the exact same moment when they heard footsteps. The guard slowed down when he saw their faces. He swallowed hard as he stop few feet away and then dropped his eyes to the ground. The licked his lips nervously as he clean his palm on his cloth. "My lord," he said. He was breathing hard. "I have news from the border."Doran said nothing as he waited for him to continue "It is about young Lord Yaran, my lord." The guard's voice dropped lower as he said it. "He is dead. He died at the hands of the prince. Prince Rhaegar killed him."The courtyard immediately went very quiet.Doran eyes were on the guard without moving..Varak was already moving..He stopped in front of the guard and grabbed grabbed the guard by the collar, pulling him forwa

Rhaegar could not believe that something like this even existed in the past.He was still inside the chamber with the silver armor now fully formed around his body, and he kept turning his hands over and over, as he was studying the way the runic suit was on his body.How did they even build something like this?Before today, Rhaegar had always believed that channelers were the first real people to live in Oros, also he believed they were the first ones to shape the world. But standing here, and inside a buried place that should not exist and wearing something like this that no strong channeler in Oros could dream of forging, he was starting to doubt channelers were the first human.Who ever built this chamber and all this weapon had come long before channelers. Rhaegar raised his right arm slowly, watching how the silver plating shifted with him, flawlessly, as if the suit was built specifically for his body and no one else's. He could feel the power coming off the runic suit..He

Every was suddenly quiet as the blinding projection from the first stone finally shattered..The vivid violet light was now gone.Serra was suddenly trembling violently, her face completely drained of color as she gripped the rough edge of the stone platform to steady her knees. "What... what was that?" she asked, her voice cracking under the lingering pressure that was still there. "Who was that figure? How can any one have that kind of power that can wipe out an entire civilization with a single word?"Rhaegar’s face was now grim. He was standing with his hand still hovering near his side, and his fingers were slightly curled. He was thinking about what they just watched. In Elyria, they speak about the great war that happened when he was born but this... this was something worse.It was an absolute, merciless erasure."What kind of wickedness was that" Rhaegar mumbled softly. "You just erase everything about a place for thousands years, all because their people died here. This is

Every one was quiet the moment Jade's words landed."There is always a way through something."Then most of them slowly turn their head to look at her.Serra was watching all this thing from behind with her arms folded loosely across her chest, and her eyes was moving between Jade and the sealed entrance carved into the hillside. She has not say anything because she was busy thinking about how Jade know all this things... To her Jade was wide and she does not even channel so how come she has all this knowledge that most of level 3 or level 4 channelers may not even have?Serra shook her head "Who is she?" She thought again the same question that has been on been on her mind since Jade came to their academy. "Who is she, and where did she come from?Vae was standing beside Jade.Edran was now suddenly interested. He did not want to leave so quick now.He was looking at the carvings along the frame of the entrance again, his expression blank.."What do you mean," Rhaegar said, "there

The place Drevak was kneeing was suddenly quiet.He was trying ro replay everything that happens in his head. He still could not believe that he took that oath bind.... only if he had said no to Yaran in the first place then he wouldn't have been someone servant boy or errand boy...Then Drevak sighed as he stood up and followed behind Rhaegar and the rest to where Alderic and the royal guards were still fighting..As they walked, they walked past nodies of some Forsaken that were scattered across the field in broken shapes. Some was already thrown wide, others was simply crumpled where they stood.The ground around them was dark and wet with the blood of the Forsaken. And the smell of the blood was starting to bet bad..Once they reach there, the fight was still going on between Drevak's men and Alderic and the royal Palace..Rhaegar turned and shifted for Drevak to come to the front...Drevak liked his lips with his heart bleeding and the pain he was feeling was kind of worse than

Drevak had survived many things in his life.He had survived the poison swamps of the Ashfen wilds. He had survived three assassination attempts before he was twenty. He had clawed his way to lordship through blood, betrayal, and the bones of men who had underestimated him.But standing here, now, with Edran's channeling thread still coiled in the air between them and that damn wolf rushing and turning its massive head toward him, Drevak understood quickly without needing anyone to tell him that he had finally run out of survival.One of Ashfen beast was gone.Like gone! Torn open and feasted upon like it was nothing more than a freshly slaughtered hog at a banquet. Every Ashfen beast was raised by its owner from a pup. They always fed it corrupted marrow, and also pushed it through brutal conditioning until its hide could deflect a channeling strike at half-force. It had never lost so easily like that. And that damn wolf had eaten it.She was now rushing at him now. What kind of wo