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  • At the Sign of the Welcome Wench

    “Up, you feckless lizard!” Alice dumped the bucket of icy mop-water on the sleeping form of Tuakiin. He rolled carefully to his back and sat up, clutching his head and steaming slightly. A rumble as if a far-off landslide. “Whhttmm’sit?” “Ninth …

  • Ahzid krosis

    Tuakiin sighed. Moonlight and glowing embers played across their golden scales. _I've been a fool. Impetuous. Reckless. This is not the path I chose._ Vengeance. Untempered by compassion and justice, it can be a dangerous force. _I have not yet taken …

  • Lor n'Tuakiin

    It's been a long couple of days. Glassstaff's sly grin is fixed permanently on his face, his staff is on my back and his gold on its way to lining some _viidostdovah_ nest. This... _pahfos_... "Nothic". That's what they called it. It has some power …

  • Session 13

    Rima, Brond & Tellia begin their time in the Grey Wastes. After a sleepless rest they head to Fandolin in hopes of finding a way back to the World. After some interesting but fruitless experiments to disrtact her from her sorrow, Rima concludes that the …

  • Session 14 - Tue 24 February

    Jasmine & Madeline are in the Grey Wastes. Madeline recalls advice from her tutor regarding Heaven & Hell, concluding that they'll both be fine & soon be eating peaches & cream. -------------- Daft Wullie, still sat on the throne, descends into …

  • Have magical murderstaff, will travel

    _*SPLAT.*_ Tuakiin had grown quite accustomed to the sound of massive Goblin head trauma. It had a certain satisfying quality to it. The bloody red insignia on their shields was new, though. As was their determination. _And they're all heading …

  • On debt and dragons

    An army to the north. The Barrier to the south and west. Venomfang, no doubt somewhere above. "Debt". Hmph. More like protection money. The power of gold was for lesser beings than dragons, or so it should have been. Perhaps the great _Viidostiisk_ had …

  • Pelar al árbol equivocado

    h3. Bien está lo que bien acaba Brond. I just don't get him. He'll do something utterly despicable or essentially good and then turn it on its head. He'd sell his own grandma and stab the buyer in the gut. This is what gold does to humans. Makes …

  • No Rhest for the Wicked

    I'd come to this sunken city for one reason, and he's not _sosaar_ here. No sign of him. Not in charge at the town hall, not in the belltower, not leading the reinforcements. Some lieutenant. Maybe I'm too late. Again. Señor Asturro is probably off …

  • Reaffirmations

    _“Krif avokei vokul. Nid aaz veistul. Naan fosoth praagek. Vokiirund.”_ The dragonborn paced, and muttered to himself. His friends had just left on their suicide mission. _And who cares about Clausis? Javier is the greater evil here, and I’m not about …

  • It All Goes Ever So Slightly to Complete Shit

    The noonday sun baked the dusty ground, and the air shimmered. The young dragonborn stumbled into the shade in front of the tavern, panting heavily. At first glance, the town had appeared deserted, but as he got closer he’d noticed its occupants all …

  • Kata

    A sound like a whipcrack as the air rushed out of the way of the reappearing dragonborn. His nostrils flared and ears twitched as the pressure equalised. _Okay, hold your breath next time_ he thought as he drove the staff humming with radiant force into …

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