Finn Greenleaf
A small figure emerges from the depths of the night, a bowler hat lowered to obscure the...
A small figure emerges from the depths of the night, a bowler hat lowered to obscure the...
Small but savage, my [weapon] darts past all defense, buzzing like a wasp, intent...
Combat, Gnome, Halfling, Melee weapon, Player, Ranged weapon
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...
A chipmunk would envy my bounding grace as I close the distance in three short hops and...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
[Outside] Off a cobbled lane in the academic borough stands a narrow...