Monk of the Viper Fist
The monk’s battle-hardened face tenses, his lips parting as his teeth clench. With a...
The monk’s battle-hardened face tenses, his lips parting as his teeth clench. With a...
The rain seethes over the farrago of lavish woods that make up the guildhall. The pelting...
A school of fish swims past as you emerge from a thick forest of kelp, on one of your...
Bullywug, Event, Foreboding, Merfolk, Scene request, Sea, Threat, Underwater
“This deal doesn’t have any extra conditions. It’s credits for information: nothing...
“I’m not sure the protein in your flesh would agree with me—but the more you talk...
“Your presence defiles this place. Your breath pollutes sanctified air. Your flesh...
The squeak of a tiny sneeze erupts from one of the bushes to the south, sending a firefly...
My foe will be spitted upon my [weapon] like a stuck pig, squealing as their life...
I drag the end of my [weapon] along the ground, and it hums a long death note....
A sweep more than a swing—too many opponents waving their sticks and stabbers at me. So...