Circus of Death
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
The dirge of ages spills from my mouth, the rage filling me with the call of my...
Action, Barbarian, Combat, Dirge, Player, Scene request, Spirit
I step forward, hand placed over my diaphragm—over the well of sorrow that fills with...
As squat, wide, and heavy as mountain stone, one wouldn't expect dwarves to excel in...
Wind and waves drive themselves against a passionless face of rock. On this day the waves...
Soft, long chords of ceremonial music float on the air from some distant place. The sky...
A vast wagon painted in candy colors looms tall over the sawdust-scattered field. Its...
The lights in the tent go dim but for a beacon shining upon the sawdust in the center of...