It was the steed of a dead god. Cel had always been told as much, but seeing the Abysswalker up close for the first time made it undeniable. Even though it wasn't a horse or any other beast of burden. Within seconds of seeing the large hump of it's back, covered with metallic feathers that... Continue Reading →
Drafts – “The Tome”
Elise was mid-joke when the flaming bolt raged out of the dark. She and Gwin were in a temple ruin underground, so you had to expect that sort of thing, but the townsfolk had hired them to investigate increased seismic activity, not to fight-- "Wizards?" "I fucking hate wizards," Gwin said. He was still covering... Continue Reading →
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