Bitter Tides is now posted.

Will you join the adventure?

The dark man lumbered through the hallow corridors of his home, his bulk swaying with alcohol induced clumsiness. The cavernous room that was once alive with people, servants bustling about, now echoed with his heavy steps. The walls were empty, dusty rectangles marked the places where expensive and old paintings hung. It was all gone. His fortune, his credibility. No one wanted to do any sort of business with him or his family. He was lucky he even had his lordship.

Luck. Such a shit word. There was nothing fortunate about this. No silver lining. Only the barren reminder of what that bitch sorceress had done.

He stumbled past the room he had avoided for these many months. Behind the doors lay the bed in which his father died. And with his last breath, he made his son swear to bring back their honor. To kill the witch.

After months of planning, of waiting in the wasting gut of their once magnificent palace, the son of Weasleton finally had everything he needed.