The Path Of Truth: Loth The Unworthy

By Charles Eugene Anderson

As Robert E. Howard regaled us with tales of Conan the Barbarian emerging from the frozen north, so too does the saga of Loth begin in those same snow-crested peaks, where warriors are forged and dark magic stirs.

In an age undreamed of, Young Loth bristles against the traditions of his Kharthian clan, undertaking the savage Path of Truths trial with sword and sorcery echoes of Conan's early exploits. Alongside fellow youths, blonde huntress Bryn included, Loth endures ice-wreathed passes and blood-drenched battles with ravenous beasts.

But when the companions seek shelter in a cave, they stumble upon stygian depths far below the roots of the mountain. There, primal secrets and mystic arts from elder days rouse Loth's curiosity - and hunger for power. To seize what forgotten knowledge remains, Loth must conquer the caverns' chilling spectral guardians, channeling the raw courage and iron determination that propels Howard's beloved Cimmerian through darkness.

Howard's old tropes are made new through Loth, who similarly walks a knife's edge, dividing personal glory from honor earned through shared hardship. Does a throne or the grave await this bold child of the north and its forgotten magic?

Join Loth on his rugged Path of Truths from snow-crested peaks to shadowed caverns below. With scenes and scope echoing Conan's exploits, witness the forging of a legend that shall resound when kingdoms yet unborn meet their bloody end!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mad Cow Press
• Release date: Nov 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223860655

Charles Eugene Anderson

Charles Eugene Anderson lives in Colorado. Chuck is a former teacher. He now spends his time writing, hanging out with his pup, Champ, and learning how to bake. More about Chuck at http://charleseugeneanderson.com

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The Path of Truth

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The Path of Truth is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, places, incidents, or living or dead persons is entirely coincidental.

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The Path of Truth

LOTH THE UNWORTHY

CHARLES EUGENE ANDERSON

Mad Cow Press

Contents

Clan of Kharth

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

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Chapter

One

A WARRIOR LOST TO TIME

Talmak trudged along the worn mountain path, his feet aching and backpack laden with scrolls and ink pots. As a wandering storyteller and scribe, he had ventured far in search of tales to collect and immortalize through the ancient art of writing. Lately, his mind had fixed upon any stories, myths, or legends surrounding a figure named Loth.

It was said that Loth had been a fierce warrior of the Kharth tribe, which once dominated these craggy peaks—but centuries had passed since their dominion faded, leaving only echoes of their exploits behind. Talmak aimed to gather those echoes before they were lost.

His journey brought him to a remote valley settled by shepherds. In a ramshackle hut lived an old crone rumored to be over a hundred winters in age. Some claimed she had witnessed the Kharth tribes in her youth. Others dismissed her as touched by madness, rambling of ghosts and phantoms. But Talmak had to seek her out.

He approached the hut, little more than a hovel patched together from stone and moss. The smell of stew wafted from within. He ducked inside to find the old woman stirring a bubbling pot. Her wrinkled face looked up sharply, rheumy eyes glinting with suspicion.

A stranger comes to my doorstep, she croaked. What business have you in the vale of Olna, wanderer?

Talmak removed his hat respectfully. I come in search of stories from elder days. Tales of the Kharth tribes and of one named Loth who tread these peaks of old. I am told you may know something of such legends.

The old woman cackled, a dry rustling sound. Loth the warrior? Aye, I know his story. But it will cost you, storyteller, for such wisdom does not come freely...

Talmak nodded eagerly. I expected no less, honored elder. Name your price.

The crone's eyes narrowed. "And what need do you have for legends of