fantasy

Thornstaff let her down to the ground then turned into a panther. He always shape shifted into a cat, he loved the creatures. Ryjah waited as the panther Thornstaff sprang away and attacked the unsuspecting bandits with a ferocious roar. Ryjah took the opportunity to dart towards the bard as the...

Ryjah grinned as she tossed another pebble at her mentors back. Thornstaff was a grumpy Wood Elf Druid with a six and a half feet tall and dark brown hair. His eyebrows were all too often angled down in a sharp V whenever he became annoyed with her as he was now, glaring at her with furious dark...

Writing Date 9409.8 (pm) Hi folks, how’s it going? Hope your storytelling motors are all purring away, keyboards clicking as you race along those open arcs and winding plot-lines. My own writing engine could do with a good run out, truth be told. I’m at the tail end of things now; thinking...

Again Xylin looked about the room, expecting at least one of the local drunkards to have spat out his ale at the spectacle, and yet on they drank, oblivious to a working of sagecraft greater than any Xylin had ever witnessed in all his years walking Rubeyah. This was insanity, yet there it was...

Xylin’s escape thereafter involved no more bloodshed, shifting to his insubstantial form to become almost invisible in the shadows and once again pass through those iron-barred gates like tobacco smoke escaping a gap-toothed smile. Now though, some tolls of the bell later, Xylin didn’t find...