Allfamily Guildhall Closed
The rain seethes over the farrago of lavish woods that make up the guildhall. The pelting...
The rain seethes over the farrago of lavish woods that make up the guildhall. The pelting...
I drag the end of my [weapon] along the ground, and it hums a long death note....
I pull back the bowstring like a circus master pulling back the curtain. What flies forth...
Harmony hums through the weapon's wood as the bolt nuzzles into place. A twang of release...
The battlefield is my circus: my bow bends like a contortionist and launches my arrow...
My war cry pitches high as I swing my [weapon] in a sweeping crescendo. The blade...
Like a juggler at the fair, my hands move in complex spirals—too fast to track, too...
[Vacant] The tuba sitting on a musician’s chair is an imposing instrument of...
Galloping drums and desperate strings are joined by a deep horn and haunting voices. The...
Galloping drums and desperate strings are joined by a deep horn and haunting voices. The...