Decision to Walk Away from a Fight
Adrenaline surges through your body, the hormonal tide refusing to abate as you walk away...
Adrenaline surges through your body, the hormonal tide refusing to abate as you walk away...
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...
Facing away from my opponent as if to flee, I turn my [weapon]’s point toward...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
The dark elf rises to their feet, hand scrabbling for the dagger at their belt. They...
One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins....