Desolate ExistenceSmoke rose lazily from the low-burning logs, drifting away into the slight night breeze. Insects chirped, creating a seemingly peaceful atmosphere.Desolate Existence
A few tents were still erected, but most had crumbled and fallen down from the night’s events.
When the sun rose the next morning, the truth of the campground was revealed.
Bodies, man and animal alike, lay strewn about, already beginning to decay, filling the air with a sickly sweet odor of death.
No wounds had been inflicted on the bodies, but the life had simply gone from them as it had come – unexpected, sudden. &
Mai and BladeyGrowing up on Silvest, Durin Bladeless had the opportunity to meet many people. Most of these moved on as time passed, leaving Durin with younger friends, and forcing him to make new ones. The one he would never forget was Maikija Tersonara, “Mai” to Durin. They were always together, hunting, exploring, and talking. Maikija cheered Durin up simply by being around him.Mai and Bladey
Durin was taller than most, at slightly over six foot. His hair was shoulder length all around, but he kept it tied in a bandana so that it would stay out of his face in all but the strongest of backwinds. His hair was a very light brown, appearing nearly blonde at
Pools of Crimson : A HistoryIn the woods surrounding Daomen, the appearance of goblins and other such creatures was no rare occurrence, but these monsters were usually easily dispatched. However, to a child or woman, these lesser foes could spell death or enslavement. This is what makes Gael Struje’s evening discovery an oddity. An elven child, not more than two or three years old was his discovery. Wrapped in loose fitting green clothes and hooded, the child was seemingly defenseless. When Gael lifted the child, he heard a clunk of something metal at his feet. A dagger, perhaps ten inchesPools of Crimson : A History
Untimely DeathsTwo men slowly walked down the abandoned corridor. All alone, the only survivors of the planet Nar’zhiel. The Nakassi wars had decimated the human population, and after that, the Illithuma plague killed off everyone else, save for these two.Untimely Deaths
Mirot and Gessle, all alone. They lived off the planet’s plant life; most of the animals on Nar’zhiel could kill them before they had time to think of what to do. While living completely off of plants, and alone in the world wasn’t a desirable life style, they both agreed that any sort of life was better than their other alternative. &nbs
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As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend
separate the body from the mind
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MJK of TôôL
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I'm not the one under your bed.
I'm in your closet.
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