Lords of RPG

The ranking sailor, Krakow, explains the plan, "The six of us will snatch her up and stuff her into this bag. We'll have to work together, and none of us can waver. None of us can let fear or her feminine nature distract us. We'll throw her on...

The sound of the ocean shifted as waves do…perhaps a storm was brewing above.

My main reason for writing is this: My mentalism act resembles actual magic so much that I have drawn the attention of an actual sorcerer!

Torvi shook her head, and the beads and bones woven in her long brown hair rattled slightly. “We are pulling up stakes and moving on right away,” Torvi explained. “But I wanted to come out and give Cardamon a gift before we shipped out.”

"Bullshit!."   "No. I'm dead serious! I saw it with my own eyes."   "Nah... you were drunk... or took a blow to the head. There is no way that happened."   The young deckhand, Martine, was insistent he had seen the...

The dream is always the same…   It begins, without preamble or prelude or explanation, with Torvi in the middle of a blizzard on a windswept, desolate tundra.  The winds are the coldest, the most biting, the young Targ warrior has...

But the god of the sea is dead…they all are.

Casting Spell Invisibility Famke Bard

Timm slipped out the window and swam towards the edge of the bay where a steep cliff dropped off into the darkness…the fathomless depths.

“Stew?”   Famke looked up at the proffered bowl.  It looked tiny in the hand of the Targ woman holding it.  Famke nodded and accepted the wooden bowl.   “Thank you, Torvi,” Famke said.  “I do find myself a bit...