Amalthea hissed as Fetch's Hand scrubbed at the three long scratches on her belly with a cloth soaked in alcohol. They didn't know what kind of disease the khalpe had carried under its claws, and the murky, stagnant water of the abandoned cistern was certainly a breeding ground for many unpleasant diseases. Her injuries might be slight, especially compared to Oberon's and Fetch's, but none of them wanted infection to set in. The three surface-dwellers had brought healing kits with ...

"Sadly, your campaign ends here..." It wasn't until the skull began to rumble underfoot that Lyr realized they had messed up.And they messed up big time.As Fetch had suggested, pawing at scraps like vultures needling old bones h...

"Sadly, your campaign ends here..." When the blade came clattering down the large skull it caused something to stir.The rusted steel resonated against the cobble, its edges shrill and sharp as it slowly rattled to a halt against the ancient stone. And once ...

Campaign group: Shadey Lin, OzrothDifficulty: IncapacitatedPrompt:They did not succeed to sneak past the Cavern Troll… Word count: 510 words Shadey followed Ozroth quietly, exactly like he got ordered to. At that point, his racing heartbeat sounded louder than his actual footsteps. Ozroth kept a close eye on th...

"There's always next time." That was what Fetch told Tenebrae as soon as they were dragged out from the lower parts of the dungeon, brought near the surface but not quite into the Above. Tenebrae, battered and bruised, didn't have the energy to explain why they "didn't want" to leave the dungeon. They figured Fetch would just assume that they didn't want to waste time leaving and coming back again, b...

Giovanni:Well this is a fine mess Giovanni thinks bitterly to himself. Stuck in the back of the line, stuck looking at this shaggy horse's ass, he thinks he knows how the lowest of the lows feels. It's fucking terrible, but beside the view being awful, their little group of failures are getting crushed into the wall together. Fine way to go, dying with the rats here, and well actual rats. Wiggling back...