Yeah, Sounds About Right
I Am A: Chaotic Good Half-Elf Ranger Thief Alignment: Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups. Race: Half-Elves are a cross between a human
D&D: Mateo Cor Marak
Mateo Cor Marak Tiefling Rogue/Lvl 3 Male, 21yo, Chaotic Neutral Born into slavery in Innarlith (Lake of Steam) to the human concubine of a once-powerful wizard, Mateo was abducted by the local enclave of Red Wizards when the truth of his fiendish bloodline became known – Rakshasa, given away by his catlike eyes and pointed
FLATLAND: The Village Gar’tor
By St. Cuthbert’s beard, I signed up for the military to kill Orcs! Kobolds and half-orcs and the ignorant humans willing to deal with them were not what I’d expected. Never mind the undead! If I wasn’t disappointed when they split Leoroar and I into different units, I certainly was when I fell beneath the
FLATLAND: Prologue
SAMUEL FLETCHER Ought-Seven:UE (Unasian Era) By the age of thirty-seven, Samuel Fletcher had cheated death more times than he could recall, thanking Olidammara at every opportunity. Taken from his village and pressed into military service at 15 years old, he’d come of age during a violent and lawless time, spending his next fifteen years fighting
Crawfish Dreams, Venom’s Taste
I love randomly discovering new [to me] writers, especially when they’re not well-known bestseller list types. That whole underdog thing. I finished Crawfish Dreams last week and am happy to say that Nancy Rawles is a remarkable talent! She weaves an intricate tale of a family of Creoles living in mid-80’s Los Angeles into a
Being the DM is tough work
All kids are germans. Not as in country of origin, but as in spreaders of sickness. Hoarders, too, I think, as they just pass their colds around amongst themselves and anyone else worn down enough to get in on the fun. “At least it’s not the flu” has little meaning at this point, as once
Chapter Two: A Change in Plans
Village Stethlan, Ches 1st (The Claw of the Sunsets), 1372 DR (The Year of Wild Magic) The two stone towers guarding the bridge that crossed the Hazur River and led into the Village Stethlan were just visible on the horizon a half mile away to the south. The quintet had put about the same distance
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
An hour south of Tashluta, the Hazur river had begun to narrow somewhat to no more than 30 yards at its widest point. Indo Skulldark sat at the rear of the small fishing boat warily eyeing the ragged banks that rose steeply on either side making them easy prey for bandit archers or griffons looking
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
Belgeon Urthadar absently rubbed at the scar on his forearm as Shann Tharden outlined the impending mission to the Village Stethlan, an outpost farming village on the Hazur River, near the northern edge of the Hazur Mountains that lay southwest of Tashluta. The village’s prosperous brewery, famous throughout the region for its potent Stethlan Stout,
Chapter One: Brief Introductions (cont’d)
The smell of charred wood and flesh had reached his nostrils a full mile before he’d reached its source – each step closer making it impossible to not assume the worst. Corin knew the tangled, unmarked paths of the Black Jungles like he knew his own name – intimately and without effort, moving swiftly towards