We are happy to announce that Jalinar of Chronicles of Tyria is contributing a special story to GuildMag: The Annual 2018!  With the balance of magic teetering in Tyria, Jalinar gives us a glimpse into the chaos leeching out into the world.  Here’s a breif snippet to whet your fiction appetite!


I turned my head once more to the incoming stampede. I could feel the thunderous reverberations of their approaching feet. The howls of anger and the clanging of weapons echoed in the valley. I was frozen for a moment remembering the look in their eyes. Was I truly a monster?


My body still felt sluggish from the recent events and coordinating my legs was an arduous task. One slow step at a time was all I could manage at first, my left leg still limping from the first impact. I walked off the well-trodden path and let the forest cover my escape.

The biting cold of the morning dew, the grit of dirt between my toes and the occasional snap of a twig under my bare feet were all too unfamiliar to me still. Before coming to this land I had watched it, but being able to feel, touch and hear it were concepts all too foreign.

From my prison, I had learned of this land in all its facets. The inhabitants that walked on it, built upon it, waged wars and ravaged it, but I could never understand how it felt to be among them. The Shiverpeak Mountains could have been a figment of my imagination, and it wouldn’t have made a difference to me.

Dirt turned to stone as the trees thinned and I emerged at the foot of the mountain. Its sheer walls and snowy peaks blocked further progression westward. I caught my breath for a moment. Running for my life was not what I had expected of my arrival in this land. I thought of the morning’s events once more to try and make sense of where I had gone wrong.

Head south

The land-dwellers had descended from the north; appearing out of thin air under a floating contraption powered by a familiar energy. First, they tentatively walked in my direction, scared of my stature as I towered over them. I opened my mouth to speak like they did, but no words came out; I did not need breath to live. I reached my hand down instead to greet one of the humans, but a bolt of lightning sprang between us, launching him a couple of paces back. The rest of his group unsheathed their weapons and brandished them menacingly. One of the figures swung at my exposed thigh. The land-dwellers backed away instinctively as they saw a similar energy arc from my wound. A cry of pain echoed within my mind, not my own voice. My foot gave way underneath me as I took a step back. They came forward again, but with a single push I flung my assailants onto the ground and ran.

Make it stop

Pretty intriguing, right?  To read the rest of Jal’s story, pre-order your copy of GuildMag: The Annual 2018 today!  We’re just two weeks away from pre-orders closing on December 4th for this limited edition version of The Annual in benefit of World Child Cancer! We’ve raised $1300 now – an amazing milestone and just 40 orders away from our next stretch goal! Magazines ship in early December and help support children with cancer in developing countries receive the treatments they desperately need!  Will you join us in helping them?