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…
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…
Last week was our first week playing online in our weekly group. Quite a big change for all of us. A lot of new things to learn in Roll20 in a few days, which Mr.…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
Despite the insistence of the priests, we don’t see everything. Not always. We may try to keep our eyes on the comings and goings of our world, but the world is vast and our eyes…
It was a crazy long day and week last week, which made our first night of Adventurers League a bit of a late night, but it was worth it. It was the best after having…
Damp earth. Iron. Faint traces of gunpowder. Salt. A mixture of smells entered her snout but overpowering all was the stench of unwashed bodies. “What the hell happened?” she wondered, shaking her head to try…
The ship creaked and rocked with the movement of the waves as they sailed to Lordaeron. One clawed hand holding on to the rigging, the Worgen’s mind replayed the events of the week. The flames…