Lords of RPG

Embril's future was uncertain, but one thing was clear - the dragon's fiery spirit could never truly be tamed.

In days of yore, in lands of old, A tale of valor shall be told, Of Vomm Duram, an Oliphant bold, And Frightal-lok, an Ogre strong and cold. The right hand of the ruler wise, Entrusts them with a secret guise, Led by Portnov, guide of...

The multiple people Timm needs to hire for all his endeavors

Take it with you son, find your father if you can…make me proud

You have taken advantage of the power I granted you and now you will do two things for me.

He was smiling ear to ear, and his eyes glistened with happiness. Obviously, whatever he was hauling was a treasure beyond belief. Something that brought joy to his heart, and made his heart sing.

Any further attempts to contact King Reginald or his floating castle should not be done without the ability to fly or survive rapid deceleration trauma from great heights.

The thin man smiled in a disarming way. “Sorry...very sorry. My name is Jonas. I work for Chief Surveyor Brower. I bring a message.”

“I sense an unnatural aura about you. What brings an aberrant creature like you into this sacred place? Speak your intentions quickly or begone from this holy place.”

But, the three goblins that ambushed him in a dark copse of trees had nearly cut short his new career. He had cut one of the deeply with his short sword, managed to stay on the back of his horse, and got free of them.