Lords of RPG

The sound of creeking hulls cutting through the waters above reminded Timm of whalesong

He suddenly realized he was still clutching the bloody knife, and shook it free from his hand as though it clung to him. He shook his hand a few more times, trying to shake the blood from it...but his hand remained bloody, and his sleeve...

At first, Kian profited from the chaos that ensued. One could earn a fair living rifling the pockets of those that died at the hands of the city guard. And people fleeing the city, presented opportunities for burglary and looting that were...

The thick greasy smoke of powerful inscense rose from ancient braziers, twisting and turning through the monks' chambers, until it found its freedom and scattered to the winds buffeting the mountain.

According to one ancient scroll, she took the form of an ugly, old woman with a hairy body, long straight hair and breasts so huge that she uses them to wash her clothes. On her head she wore a red hat with a fern twig attached to it.

His clothes, skin, everything looked like it had been submerged for hours. Whatever it was he had with him, must be important. He took it upstairs to the third floor and then nothing…no sound, no light for several hours.

What Deiter the Hunter did not know this day, was that he himself was hunted by a most dangerous foe.

The stake was sucking him dry. And there was that whisper in his mind...just at the edge of his consciousness. A single word burning on the fringes of his mind, over and over and over again. "Thirst."

A naked rotting female smiled, and then spoke in a dry whisper, "I do find this whole plan to be utterly delicious. Succeed or fail, just the poetry of it makes it worth it."

It was rare that the four of them dined together and even rarer still that Sympos was the one that had arranged it.  Even more unexpected was the reason “I am glad that you had offered to keep my gold.  I had no need of it before, and I...