The Rotstorm
3 primary works Complete
Book 1
For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blade sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
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Sergeant Floré Artollen patrols the wind-gnarled pines of Hookstone Forest for the Watch. But it wasn’t always so.
She spent years on the wall with the Stormguard, face to face with the bloodshed and horror of the rotstorm.
With the storm now far beyond her western horizon, here she has a new life, a home, a husband and a daughter.
But when roving lights descend from night skies, bright orbs of silver fire in the night, Floré’s village is devastated, her husband mortally wounded and her daughter abducted.
To get her back, Floré will have to take up her longsword and silvered dagger, don the guard’s heavy metal plate gauntlets and step back into the storm.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blade sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
***
Sergeant Floré Artollen patrols the wind-gnarled pines of Hookstone Forest for the Watch. But it wasn’t always so.
She spent years on the wall with the Stormguard, face to face with the bloodshed and horror of the rotstorm.
With the storm now far beyond her western horizon, here she has a new life, a home, a husband and a daughter.
But when roving lights descend from night skies, bright orbs of silver fire in the night, Floré’s village is devastated, her husband mortally wounded and her daughter abducted.
To get her back, Floré will have to take up her longsword and silvered dagger, don the guard’s heavy metal plate gauntlets and step back into the storm.
Book 2
For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blades sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
***
As the children of the storm carve a bloody swathe across the Northern Marches, the whitestaffs — the Protectorate’s healers and sages — have fled, retreating to their island citadel of Riven.
Their withdrawal has weakened the realm, and worse, their absence is a death sentence for Floré’s daughter Marta. Skein-sick, Marta wastes away from the terrible magic she has inherited from her father and only the whitestaffs have the knowledge that might save her.
When Flore is dispatched to reason with the whitestaffs, to bring them back into the fold, she seizes the chance. Her mission could save both the protectorate and her child. But on the island of Iskander, caged and chained, she will only discover the worst betrayal.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blades sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the stormfront, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
***
As the children of the storm carve a bloody swathe across the Northern Marches, the whitestaffs — the Protectorate’s healers and sages — have fled, retreating to their island citadel of Riven.
Their withdrawal has weakened the realm, and worse, their absence is a death sentence for Floré’s daughter Marta. Skein-sick, Marta wastes away from the terrible magic she has inherited from her father and only the whitestaffs have the knowledge that might save her.
When Flore is dispatched to reason with the whitestaffs, to bring them back into the fold, she seizes the chance. Her mission could save both the protectorate and her child. But on the island of Iskander, caged and chained, she will only discover the worst betrayal.
Book 3
For 312 years the rotstorm has blighted the ruins of the Ferron Empire.
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blades sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the storm front, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
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Floré returns to the Undal Protectorate to find it blighted by the deadly ice and bitter winds of a Claw Winter. Her people are dying, and she is sworn to save them... but she can think only of her daughter Marta, slowly succumbing to her skein-sickness, trapped somewhere in the far, far north.
Now Tullen One-Eye – the man they call the ‘Deathless’ – has been freed and roams the land once more. There are rumours that the great god-wolf Lothal hunts again. And, deep in Orubor’s Wood, the god-bear Anshuka stirs from her slumber...
Floré must raise her gauntlet one final time if she is to save her daughter and her people. But will steel alone be enough to take down the gods?
Born of an unholy war between gods themselves, it scours the land with acid mists and deadly lightning, spawning twisted monstrosities from its nightmarish depths.
On the Stormwall, the men and women of the Stormguard maintain their vigil — eyes sharp, blades sharper — defending the Undal Protectorate from the worst of the rotstorm’s corruption.
But behind the storm front, something is stirring, kindling the embers of an ancient conflict and a plan to kill a god.
Will Stormguard steel be enough to meet the coming tempest?
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Floré returns to the Undal Protectorate to find it blighted by the deadly ice and bitter winds of a Claw Winter. Her people are dying, and she is sworn to save them... but she can think only of her daughter Marta, slowly succumbing to her skein-sickness, trapped somewhere in the far, far north.
Now Tullen One-Eye – the man they call the ‘Deathless’ – has been freed and roams the land once more. There are rumours that the great god-wolf Lothal hunts again. And, deep in Orubor’s Wood, the god-bear Anshuka stirs from her slumber...
Floré must raise her gauntlet one final time if she is to save her daughter and her people. But will steel alone be enough to take down the gods?