A collection of short ficlets chronicling a vast array of characters, be they Blade, White Sister, Inquisitor, Brethren, Royalty, or anyone else that strikes my fancy.

Cap knew living on the streets wasn't the easiest life, but it wasn't the worst one. A brief run-in with Deputy Commander Snake, Commander Durendal, and a runaway girl from the palace is about to change everything for him though.

Sort-of response to Robin4's "Legend". "Montpurse was only glad that the youngsters never realized that the great Durendal had a hero of his own." Even heroes need someone to look up to, Durendal included.

...“Four were killed, a dozen wounded, but they gave more than they took. Harvest alone avenged the four, and the legend of the second Durendal crept a little closer to the legend of the first.” Durendal grows into himself over the years.

There's more to living forever than eternal life. It's about being remememberd by those that matter the most. Everman reflects on the choices he's made, and offers advice to another Blade.

They say the Blades who have been cast out of the Order still haunt the last resting place of their swords. A dare leads 8 candidates to the Forge in the middle of the night.

A brief, posthumous insight into Sir Wolfbiter's perspective of the journey to Samarinda.

One choice leads Lord Roland down a road of insanity, redemption and risk, while another young man's dreams teeter between reality and possibility...and the former Sir Durendal fights for control of his own soul. Alternate Universe.

The long history of the Blades is tattered and fragmented, the most important part missing entirely. An aged Durendal searches for the pieces that are still missing from his identity. A vignette.

Raider had always been a mystery sometimes as slow as a dead tortoise and others faster than even the best. And he’d beaten Wolfbiter once, had trounced the Best Since Durendal up one side of the Quad and down the other. But few had known why.

Lightning... It was one of those freak late storms, middle of the night. We were lucky all the boys got out safely. That was only thanks to...

Stalwart is restless and soon finds himself on the roof of Ironhall, adding his name to the ranks of those who came before him.

As time passes, we all tend to forget that once upon a time, we were all the Brat... But there is a reason we all start out the same... All things must end, even paragons. A story of the past and of the future.