Shapeshifter Reveals Their True Form after Death
As their life ebbs away, so too does their mask. The creature’s face is serene in...
As their life ebbs away, so too does their mask. The creature’s face is serene in...
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
Ammunition, Assassin, Ballroom, Bard, Combat, Music, Player, Ranged weapon, Verse
I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this fool...
Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out, ever moving,...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins....
This lot is a scroll of aged parchment, unfurled to display lines of writing in black...
Hauling the decrepit castaway aboard, you call out for water, hoping you're not too late....