String Quartet
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
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...
I move with feline grace, my hands hissing like a cat-o'-nine...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
At the open door, a catfolk man in a fine vest contends with a man in half plate, his...
Bloody footprints lead from the room’s open door. A crowd of people linger, staring at...
Cartographer, Death, Inn, Solemn, Tabaxi
The bar staff curse as they see drinks and fists begin to fly but move to action. The...
Cartographer, Combat, Druid, Half-elf, Magic, Melee weapon, Poison, Tabaxi, Tavern, Yuan-ti