Rois pushed her way through the crowd on her way to the potions store, stepping carefully past the icy patches on the sidewalk- High-heeled boots are not exactly sensible footwear.
She stopped in front of the potion shop's shady awning, breath fogging in the cold air. She eyed the peeling...
The sky was dark and cloudy, and the tempest howled, causing the sodden banners on the poles lining the boardwalk to flap wetly in the wind. Rois sat upon on a warped, soggy bench, watching as the slushy winter storm whipped the oceans' freezing waves into sharp peaks. The gale force winds were...
Marcus jerked up his sword and the two mighty weapons came together with a CLANG! and a flash of sparks.
"You ask me how I would feel about dying right now," Marcus grunted. "The answer is that I cannot. Not yet." He pushed upwards against the leper's greatsword. The blades screeched as the...
Marcus threw himself to the side at the last possible moment and the blow glanced off of his steel breastplate and thudded into the ground. He quickly drew his greatsword from the sheath across his back.
"Who are you?" he panted. He took a wary stance, eyeing the wraith, watching for any sign...
Marcus stared up in awe at the god's towering throne. He turned and looked at Dayman incredulously.
"A question? About what?" He sputtered. "Of all of the multitudes of questions that I burn to ask, how could I possibly choose one?" The knight simply let out a throaty chuckle that set his armor...
"Greetings, Sir. I am called Marcus Payne," He replied.
Marcus drank deeply from the gourd. The wine tasted sweet, like summertime. The trauma of Marcus's entrance into the tower was quickly forgotten, and he and the gilded knight continued to walk side by side through the lush gardens. Marcus...
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