Monday, July 21, 2014

Protectors of the Vale by Curtiss Robinson


The days are dark and terrifying for the defending forces of the Alliance, 

a steadfast coalition of elves, dwarves, gnomes and humans. Yet dual 

lights of hope spring from the lush forests of Celes’tia… Rosabela, an 

elven shapeshifter and healer, and her twin brother Wavren, a hunter 

and beastmaster, leave their home to join the Protectors of the Vale, an 

elite band of heroes who are the world’s best defense against the dark 

forces. Treacherous infiltrators hinder preparations for the approaching 

conflict as the enemy draws ever nearer. Rosabela and Wavren will 

need every ounce of their cunning, courage and skill to fight for the 

freedom of all as blades clash, arrows fly and magic shatters the air.


Just as he was preparing to meld into the darkness himself, a v

oice called out in poor, but understandable, common: “Wel-come to 

For’stedge, ci-ty of the orcs,” the voice called loudly. You have walk-ed 

right in-to our trap.” Captain Helio froze and scanned the area with his 

fine night vision. He saw no one, which was inexplicable given the 

nature of elven sight. He knew he was exposed, but his men were not. 

They would cover him at all costs, so he dared to call out to the orc. 

“You say we have walked into your trap, but I see no warriors. I think 

you are foolishly all alone, but I admire your courage. Come out and 

settle this in the open; settle this according to the code of honor the 

orcs claim to live by.” Captain Helio was scanning the streets carefully 

and still saw no one. He knew the entire Dae’gon Alliance Army was 

soon to arrive. He held his position, wondering if the orc would in fact 

show himself. He decided to move out of sight just in case. As he 

silently became one with the shadows, he carefully drew his wickedly 

curved polearm from its strap on his back. He crept forward a few steps 

and felt a tiny, almost imperceptible, breeze across the back of his neck. 

He knew he was no longer alone, but before he could react, a massive 

arm came in from behind, and searing pain shot through his back. As he 

looked down, he could see the tip of his attacker’s sword push through 

his fine armor. A voice whispered in poor common, “The war-ri-or code 

of hon-or is not my way. I am Night-shade, mas-ter of shadows.


Curtiss Robinson (1970-Present) was born in Key West, Florida, grew up 

in South Carolina, and joined the US Army in 1989. For twenty years he 

served in Ft. Bragg, NC, Schofield Barracks, HI, Ft. Bliss, TX and 

returned to work in Charleston, SCwith the SC Army National Guard. 

During his second combat tour (OEF 2007) he wrote his first adventure 

novel, "Protectors of the Vale", which mirrored the successes and 

failures of his PMT team in Afghanistan. In 2009, wrote "Defenders of 

Griffon's Peak" which further detailed the adventuers of his sword 

weilding and spell casting fantasy characters. Curtiss is a lifelong martial 

artist and RPG enthusiast which contributes greatly to his combat 

scenes and vivid imagery but it is love for epic heroes and tales of 

legend that fuel his love of writing.

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