Quip by a Technoshaman about Ignorance
“You purists make me laugh. How can simple organic life possibly be more complex than...
“You purists make me laugh. How can simple organic life possibly be more complex than...
The steel canister clatters against the floor with a series of hollow plinks...
This grenade, lightweight and chill to the touch, has an army-green ring encircling its...
While this weapon’s blade is sharpened to an assassin’s standard, the grip also holds...
Lurid red eyes narrowed in hatred roam across you with predatory malice, expertly...
Like all work songs, dwarven forge chants drive hands and tools toward rhythm and...
Summary coming...
A pervasive stench emanates from the matted brown fur of the twitching ratfolk, as if he...
Assassin, Beastfolk, Character, Character request, City, Rogue, Sewers, Urban
The bottle is small, unassuming, and easy to miss—as intended. Though largely unmarked,...
The iodine-brown glass jar suggests an apothecary’s benign concoction—but the...