Prince Pravis still in the bog |
With Squarf keeping a wary watch out for pursuing hordes of vengeful boggarts, he and the Prince began another dejected trudge through the mire. The Quest for the Chalice of Untold Delights wa...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 13:06:00 GMT |
Extract from Quest sequel; The Towels of Obsidian |
The weekly meeting place had been carefully selected and once deemed suitable, never, ever altered. Nothing beyond a plague of short tempered fire ants with severe hangovers, tooth abscesses and ser...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 11:34:00 GMT |
The Feast of St Epiligia |
Carolling its delight in a new day dawned, a small, blue bird flew high in the rosy sky above the Land of Goodness and Light. Below its wings, spread a deceptively sleeping landscape. True, many wer...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 10:12:00 GMT |
The Apprentice |
Durgin the baker resignedly climbed the shaky wooden steps to the attic above his home. Albarn, his apprentice lived there And once again the master was hoping the straw pallets were unoccupie...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:27:00 GMT |
More Rafial and his Army of Darkness problems |
Though after the Prince's fiery outburst, the squabbling had died down and remained at the surly muttering and baleful glare stage, Rafial's army was still a disorderly, dysfunctional rabble. One lik...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 07:19:00 GMT |
Rafial prepares for battle- ish |
Things were finally stirring in the Land of Darkness. Sort of. Prince Rafial strode purposefully through the endless gloomy, cobweb-laced corridors of his fortress. Flaming torches blazed from...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 09:00:00 GMT |
Introducing Zaff |
With an explosion of light and swirling sulphurous mist, the heavy metal band Shrike Hell had their audience clenched tightly in the palm of their studded, black leather gauntlets. It had been a rio...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:09:00 GMT |
Cylphie is bored |
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In her delicately spun gossamer gown, dyed with forest violets, sparkling with moon crystals, Cylphie was as enchanting as any Elven Lady in the Forest of Mhmn. That the flowing garb was long enou...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:02:00 GMT |
Morven, The Unwise Woman |
"Suede boots!"& Prince Dravis muttered dourly as he sunk lower into the stinking bog. "What prat decided that suede thigh boots was de rigueur for handsome heroes on quests?"
His servant dragging t...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 06:30:00 GMT |
Jed Moonraven |
Deep in the shadowy depths of the town's most disreputable bawdy tavern, a dark-clad figure sat alone. His long legs in battered and filthy thigh boots were crossed and resting on the table, his face...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:11:00 GMT |
