Sundries from a Behir
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
Godlike, the gamemaster looms large—an abstruse storyteller, a wielder of esoteric...
Threads of gristle and sinew have been bound together in unnatural purpose to form this...
Under a ridge of granulated rot and bone which might have once been the lich’s arm lie...
Wit and charm were not enough to save this loquacious minstrel from a sticky end, and the...
Through the mist strides a lone warrior, his bearded visage taut with suspicion. Clad in...
Weighty limbs of oak banded by riveted iron dominate the crossbow’s form, their bulk...
The lich’s skeletal form has degraded beyond even undeath, leaving nothing but a pile...
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