He pulled his short-sword from the neck of the owlbear. Blood flowed reddish black in the glow of the camp fire's orange coals. The smell in the air was horrid. Maybe it was the effort, or maybe it was the sight of the knight who liked to sleep naked tucked in next to the fire. …
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"Is it safe?" Tommy asks looking up to his brother. Alex doesn't respond, instead his eyes find the oldest of the trio. Tim smiles down at both of them, "Don't know, but we are going to find out." Tim takes a careful step onto the suspension bridge. The ropes groan under his weight, but …
Hi, name is Harold. You might have noticed, I have kind of an odd set up here. Not usual to see a guy in Fremennik skeleton armour swinging from the magma-dripping maw of a rock dragon. Let’s just say we have an arrangement. She lets me call her Sara. Whoa there big guy, why don't …
