It’s the whisper in the clouds. The swift turning and movement of frozen water. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” she whispers, wishing she could take back wanting to impress him. Luke pulls the ripcord on the power-glider, and the small gas engine chugs into life. With an obvious fake-smile, he turns back and shushesContinue reading “Sky-fishers”
1. The whole feeking world is racist, even the clan, even the shaman. That wrinkled goat-scrotum refused to think a half-orc girl could save anything, let alone everyone. But with every painful barefoot step, that is exactly what she plans on doing, save everyone. Except that miserable bag of stink and bones, she decides, steppingContinue reading “Le-Lorna and Her Never-Ending Revenge”
I have begun writing and soon the sun will come. Like every day when my words hit the screen, and without fail, it does and lights the sky announcing- I am free again until I dream. Ole Sol and I, linked in my task to tell our stories. Stories that will entice the sun toContinue reading “The Writer of The Sun”
The Guardsman fills in his daily log entry, noting in the book: –Three men lost, same damn juvenile owlbears. Reminder! Soon they will be adult owlbears! He thinks about adding another exclamation point, but decides he is too tired. He just finished a patrol that started with a team of four, unscathed, and with justContinue reading “A Plague”
The empty unkept land ran away from his sight as the blood leaked from his body. All for what was so plainly abundant around him. Lunacy, madness and greed, all his, of course. And his bride said it would be his doom. At least not her’s. He would sigh in relief at that, but thoseContinue reading “A Simple Royal-Real-Estate Transaction”
Bartholomew knows the group is in combat. He isn’t stupid. He is, in fact, the most intelligent creature known to exist. “Who cares,” screams the crude man in steel-plate swinging a rude looking cudgel to smash in the frontal lobe of the two-legged small dog-like creature assailing him. “Just do something magic and aim itContinue reading “Bartholomew”
I interact with bar patrons. Which one? Umm, does anyone look willing to talk? There is one guy who looks quite eager. I approach him. Bob has normal stats except charisma, which is so low when he attempts to interact with you, you feel your sanity begin to slip. Roll vs. psychic damage.