They'd done it. Finally they had done it. They weren't sure if the skull-thing was actually dead or not, but it would not easily be escaping the deeper grave they'd managed to dig for it. They could finally reclaim their lost items and get back to camp, much to everyone's relief. It was a wonderful bonus that Solace's armor had held up and when the skull-thing had bit xem, xey hadn't been hurt in the slightest. So it was with great ...

How were they still alive? Laurel stared with wide eyes at the rest of the party, which were all walking ahead of him.The Hound was trotting ahead of them all, her nose down, eyes forwards, fur standing on end as she snuffled around. The Apothecary glided after her, its looming figure cutting through the odd stagnation of the air with an absolutely careless stride, its companion leaving slime in its wake. Jonas was the only on...

Laurel stood puffing and huffing over the pile of smouldering books and fluttering pages.  They were dead. Or their magic was, or something. But they'd stopped flying, and they'd certainly stopped attacking. He took a deep breath and let it out, slowly putting away his knife before turning his attention elsewhere. "How is everyone doing? Are we all okay?" His gaze flicked around the room ...

Laurel could not believe his luck. Or to be more accurate, the lack there of.As it were, he could hardly imagine what he could have done to deserve to be in such a situation, but... oh well.  He stared dismally at the rest of his party. He had met the bunch when they had marched back to the adventurer's guild demanding a companion with a 'better complexion than that pale bat'. Whatever they h...

They were not a party of creatures that should have made it this far.  And yet here they were.  The Sham. The Hound. The Vampire. The Apothecary. And they were all working together.Actually, that was a strong statement. A bit too strong for the groups curren...

The small party of adventurers had been quiet now for about an hour. Which, to Euele was a wonderful change from the hours of endless chatter from Jonas and Hawkes. She'd hardly been able to keep track of what they were saying, and whether it was nonsense or something she just couldn't understand, and even now in the silence she couldn't tell. Ah, but it didn't matter. Those two could talk for hours if they were allowed to, and than...

Euele stepped in from the cold, stomping her hooves on the welcome mat and shaking most of the moisture from their body as she entered the crowded hall. As usual, it was immediately far louder than it had been outside, even more so now as so many had ducked into the guild to avoid the near freezing drizzle that was falling from the heavens.  A year ago almost to the day they would have stated that there was no way on earth that the...