The experience of flying upon a dragon was from that moment on, permanently embedded in the deep recesses of Andril’s vast chamber of thoughts. It reappeared in his wonderings, in his dreams, and in his writings many times thereafter. He … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 8.3 The Dark Island
Imagine that you were in a battle on a ruined platform. Around you, like a swarm of bees, shadowy figures move from man to man, striking each down. They are each a flurry, a blur of death. Consider the whirling … Continue reading Black Hollow 8.2D The Pest Control Expert’s Friends
Andril and Haryk had their hands full holding back the strange monks. Prince Genoran wasn’t making it any easier and their oftentimes immature friend, the druid, was nowhere to be seen. Genoran and a few of his best and most … Continue reading Black Hollow 8.2B More Than A Handful
Iricah knew all too well that Thrak would have fought them all, every last two-legged one of them. You see, about the same time that Thrak was standing over Frank’s lifeless body about to make a sack full of Celn … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.2 A Lyrical Ballad of the Heart
Andril Tainer had really had enough of all this shit. Fuck you very much. Now in a meta-magic state of consciousness, which amazingly made a lot of sense to him at that exact moment, he thought it high time for … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 8.1: The Other Side
Iricah yelled, “She’s coming back around!” The bard and archaeologist was trying desperately to hold onto Gaelon, and hold onto something that would stop her from falling out of the mouth of the colossus and into the sea below. “We’ve … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.8 An Angry Bellyache
An ominous silence was followed by a gargantuan shaking that knocked them all off their feet–everyone except Zy’an. The monk, falling into a perfect stance, somehow rode it out as the others were scattered around the area like leaves in … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.7 Anger Management
