Lords of RPG

…the creepy chitter and slippery, moist, rotting flesh  smell of the undead horde of rats chasing Gujk was growing.  Ian didn’t need any motivation, he was already speeding after Gujk and catching up with him.

Squee pulled his covered closer, up tight around his neck. The writhed and bit in this bed, enjoying the cozy warmth of his blankets.

This world isn't big enough for the both of us, no really.

Theodore looked back at his men, and then back to Mongrel and then the Lawkeeper. "You are the Royal Preceptor. You are in all probability the highest ranking person from the Kingdom's government left on Kempin. So set a course, and I will...

"Wolves. I'm retiring the title of Dog. The King's elite troops and bodyguards will now be known as Wolves."

King’s Tower was the tallest tower in Castle Crimson.  The first floor of the tower contained the king’s official offices.  The second story was a more casual meeting area and study.  The third story consisted mainly of a large...

So, again. No thanks needed. But, I understand the sentiment. You will find this hard to understand, perhaps. But, I am beyond sentiment. And I don't mean to sound uncaring. But...frankly, I'm beyond caring as well."

T’na is on his journey home and the wild source of his sorcery is manifesting itself regularly.

This Kingdom has lost its capital, and if Vax, Squee, and the others were at home...then it has lost its King and heroes.

Admiral Noster Raynott winced in pain as a crewman wrapped a bandage around his head.  A wad of cloth covered what remained of his left eye.  A Targ ballista bolt had hit the deck three feet in front of him, sending a large splinter into...