Lords of RPG

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...

Viktor knew what he had to do. Call it a mission. A job. A calling. An obligation. It didn't matter what you called it. Desmond Fick, the lich-lord of Cragmore, must die. And he would die by Viktor's hand.

"At least I was able to stop the flow of undead to the Crimson Coast."