Dorym

Originally posted by Nanill It was a late evening. My temple doors still open as the straggling drudges finished their prayers or begs. My hands still covered in blood. My robes still spattered with c...

Originally posted by KethVale The sting from the priestess’ lash still wracked his body. Limping through the streets of the town, Alaketh winced in pain with every step. Determined to find someone of ...

Originally posted by Bronze “A Shardbearer?” Nazmyr stopped in his tracks. He thought he was alone in the hallway and the question was obviously meant for him. He turned to find Zaiwure leaning aga...

Originally posted by Bronze Nazmyr stumbled as he was forcefully ejected from the merchant’s store. “You know not who you deal with!”Nazmyr shouted as he regained his footing. “A cheap son of an Oty...

This is a joint post between Valas and Rygos “Valas. You’ve returned.” Evony said with a smile sliding a glass of wine toward the young assassin as he approached the bar. “I hope you’re done travellin...

Originally posted by KethVale It had been a long day. The warrior turned BlackGuard left his room, and recounted his recent conversation with The Miz. “Nanil dropped the temple on a Marilith's head....

The butchers worked tirelessly in the swap under the blazing sun. Carving up the remains of a brass dragon was a daunting task but well worth the coin. Lizardman slaves, long stripped of their spirit,...

Originally posted by Nanill From the moment I drew breath, I knew you were there. Before I knew your name, before I knew my name. After I was birthed, and I was ejected into the maw of the underdark,...

Originally posted by Bronze Standing on a balcony overlooking the courtyard, Nazmyr gazed at the stars in the midnight sky. The air was cool and accented with a gentle breeze. Smooth hands caressed hi...

Valas waited apprehensively in the large training room as he had been bid. He was always somewhat disconcerted by Talice, but curiously he looked forward to their sessions. He had learned many of the ...

Valas was glad to be home. Home. He hadn’t really considered the word before. Other than a place to sleep and regroup with his brothers, all other meaning was foreign to him. Yet here in the compound ...

This is a joint post between Naris and Bronze Naris leaned back into the worn oak chair and rested his feet on top of the equally worn oak desk. Looking at the office window, he grimaced at the sun’s ...

This was originally posted by Naris It was an uneventful flight back to Silverbrook. Naris had never been away from the Inn for more than a few days since its opening. This time was different, he wa...

Welverin looked over the sword closely, examining it's every line and fold. Nice piece of work Alaketh this should serve you well in battle would you like to try it out see how well you handle it? Ala...

Quevas leaned back in the comfortable padded desk chair that had once belonged to the mayor. “Don'an Ridwyn. What news do you have for me of the town’s affairs?” The human nervously responded with u...