Shadows of the End
So this is what the end feels like? She thought. The world really ends in darkness? A snort escaped the Worgen’s snout as she stared at the darkened sands below her. Silence was the only response she received. How…
Category: Scruffy Writes
Fictional Works from Scruffy herself
Poetry Corner: Scars from Bad Days
Scars from Bad Days It’s okay you lash out in painThat you forget how relationships workWhen things are rough.You’re only human. But you can’t pretendThe cuts you made will disappearJust because you had a bad…
Poetry Corner-Complimentary Thorns
Complimentary Thorns Compliments are like roses,Lovely and wonderful to receive.But their beauty hides their thorns,Deep beneath their leaves.Sharp and cutting barbsDisguised as “buts” and “ifs” Their unexpected stingTarnishes the gift. One day I hope to…
The Katagri Chronicles: Graves
Disclaimer: These chronicles are session write ups of our Dungeon of the Mad Mage group. They’re told from the journal entries and viewpoint of the character Katagri Rockwall, a Tabaxi Grave Doman Cleric. She’s excitable.…
The Katagri Chronicles: Underground
Disclaimer: These chronicles are session write ups of our Dungeon of the Mad Mage group. They’re told from the journal entries and viewpoint of the character Katagri Rockwall, a Tabaxi Grave Doman Cleric. She’s excitable.…
The Katagri Chronicles: The First Descent
Disclaimer: These chronicles are session write ups of our Dungeon of the Mad Mage group. They’re told from the journal entries and viewpoint of the character Katagri Rockwall, a Tabaxi Grave Doman Cleric. She excitable.…
The Katagri Chronicles: Waterdeep
Disclaimer: These chronicles are session write ups of our Dungeon of the Mad Mage group. They’re told from the journal entries and viewpoint of the character Katagri Rockwall, a Tabaxi Grave Doman Cleric. She excitable.…
NPC: Anska (Skyrim-High Gate Ruins)
It’s not like I was waiting an incredibly long time, but I couldn’t exactly leave the room I was in when that cat entered. Clawed hands slowly released the tension and lowered her bow to…
Eyes of Bahamut: Blood and Smoke
I watched from the flames as these filthy cultists razed the church. The half elf’s earliest memories of his faith where housed in those walls along with the trapped villagers. This motley crew. Adventurers they…
Eyes of Bahamut: In Flames
It pains me to watch the destruction of this little town. So much life. So much potential. So much snuffed out by fire and looters. The half orc hates my kind. She had been tracking…