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Winter was approaching and Ned’s main duties consisted of looking after the animals. He got up before the sun rose and finished work after dusk every day. At night-time, he shivered under a blanket until Gundred built him a small fireplace. From then on, Ned was allowed a fire to keep himself warm at night. The farmer worked with Ned every day and the boy respected him. Through the freezing weather, Ned toiled day after day. Come the spring, he began working the land. Continue reading


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Within an hour, they made it to the far reaches of the forest. At the tree line, Kroll brought them to a halt at the edge of a seemingly impassable swamp. Upwards of fifty Malaxian warriors were in an encampment and at least as many merchants with horses and carts by their tents. Kroll ordered his men to make camp away from the others, and walked over to speak to some soldiers. Continue reading


Jorrin prowled the woods and saved people time and again. He was an expert sword fighter, too quick for any of the lumbering outlaws. Each time he prevented a robbery, Jorrin ensured his face remained obscured under the hood. And he never asked for anything in return, always ensuring the merchants or travellers safely continued their journeys. Continue reading

Hooded Man

Jorrin was staking out the main path through the forest leading to the Snook. He had heard a consignment of goods was due to be delivered. In the afternoon, he saw six men leading horses over the track. They were fully loaded with goods and moved with a lot of noise. Given how dangerous the woods were at the moment, they should have been more careful. Jorrin shook his head. Some movement caught his eye further up a bank of trees. He focussed on the woodland overlooking the path. Men were up there, he could sense it. They moved furtively toward the merchants. Continue reading

Dangerous Times

Merchants travelled through the Foijen carrying valuable wares and many of the villagers were rich. This attracted marauders to the land. They were unscrupulous men who prowled around looking to kill and steal. There were often gangs of up to a dozen men lying in wait for unsuspecting victims and robberies became more frequent. Continue reading

Bandits And Beasts

Ned had a small, white dog called Skar, whose coat was as soft as cotton. She liked to growl and play, but learned not to bark. It was important to know when to be quiet in the Foijen as enemies lurked in the shadows. Gangs of bandits frequenting the woodland, always looking for opportunities to attack and steal. And the wolves out there hunted in packs. Ned often heard the howling somewhere deep in the night shadows. Continue reading


Of the many peasants in the Snook, one man was fervid about living there. His name was Grotter and he saw the village as an up-and-coming place with lots of nice shops opening up. Beyond the High Street, in his view, some splendid houses were being built. Grotter aspired to live there one day. But, for now, his life of toiling in a mine was a difficult one. He grafted long hours underground for just enough food to feed his wife and son. Grotter thought his status was beneath that which a man of his calibre was capable of achieving. And all the rich folk thought they were better than people like him. If only he had a chance to show everyone what an amazing person he was. Disgruntled with his lot, Grotter hatched a plan for an uplift in status. He was desperate to be accepted by the great and the good, who dismissed him as a mere peasant. Continue reading


The local manor accumulated wealth at a rapid rate. Peasants worked the land for farmers or laboured underground in chalk mines. Landowners made money and merchants sold wares. Snookington became a wealthy village, attracting market traders from around the Kingdom. Successful commercial men took pleasure in showing off their newfound status and found favour with Lord Snookington. The village was nicknamed the Snook and its traditional High Street boasted a bakery, butchers, greengrocers and tavern. A half-timbered house rose toward the crest of the hill, just in front of the church under construction. Flint and stone were arranged in piles as stonemasons laboured under the warm sun. Continue reading


Early evening was setting in and an old man sat on a patch of icy grass opposite the church building site. He pulled a blanket up to his chin as a respite from the biting cold air. A couple in impeccable attire carefully walked in the fresh snow from beyond the churchyard. Their upturned noses raised a little higher when they saw the smelly down-and-out man. He had an apple by his feet. In one swift movement, the well-dressed man kicked the apple away as the prim lady tittered. Ice struck the tramp’s face and he flinched. Standing over the vagrant, a loud plummy voice cheeped out. Continue reading

Olden Days

In a bygone age, Snookington Village was home to more animals than people. The streets were well trodden by horses, cows and pigs. Villagers worked on the many farms or in mines. Life was hard for most, but there was enough food to go around. The village nestled by a woodland at the border of a wealthy Kingdom. The Lord of the manor was a man called Snookington and he managed its affairs in line with the King’s wishes.  Continue reading