• Walking with the Ticks

    He was thirsty, and had just found a tick on his stomach. Shoveling back revolt he had quickly extracted the squirming blood sucker and was now making his way through the forest to a stream he’d found before. Why was he out here? Self-improvement? Hah…all that was out here was a bunch of annoying insects, …

  • Vuelo the Poor

    Puffing softly on a pleasantly aromatic tobacco pipe, Vuelo pondered over his current life. He was…poor. Very very poor. In his former life, as squire to the Prince, he actually was just as poor, but since he was constantly surrounded and embedded in courtly wealth he had always felt rich. Now, alone, exiled, he was …

  • A Survival

    Gwyrriun reclined…paused. His life was…out of control. He’d liked being a pirate…it was fun…it was free…but after a few days of flowing beer, lawless neighbors (that stole half his money), and a feeling of living in the moment so strong that it utterly voided any sense of the future at all (leading in turn to …

  • Realizing a River

    On the outskirts of the village of Blue Gorges, not far from the city of Arbeleth, a certain half-elf rogue was deep in thought, looking out at the forest night lit by cozy rows of hanging lamps receeding into the wild gloom. One of the wolfish creatures, he called them Zolna, was standing nearby, apparently …