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...
The grinding of bone on bone scrapes against your senses as you awaken, your world...
Hooded taskmasters stand watch over lines of workers chained together in body and fate....
I drag the end of my [weapon] along the ground, and it hums a long death note....
Harmony hums through the weapon's wood as the bolt nuzzles into place. A twang of release...
My war cry pitches high as I swing my [weapon] in a sweeping crescendo. The blade...
This slaver had certainly enjoyed the fruits of his iniquitous labor: a gold chain about...
Inside the slaver’s coat, you find a small booklet—bound in soft calfskin—with an...
You find a leather pouch of gems, silver coins, rings, earrings, and a family signet...
[Vacant] The tuba sitting on a musician’s chair is an imposing instrument of...