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...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
The storm erupts like a sable titan, ebon clouds billowing across the horizon,...
Once a monument of trade and pilgrimage, this bridge now lies shattered, with only a few...
Far below you, water laps at the crumbling foundations of the raised platform, ensuring...
Ancient, Bridge, Cartographer, Flood, Landmark, Mountains, Ruins
Walls of sun-dappled crimson rock stretch in each direction—east, west, up—as you...
Ancient, Bridge, Cartographer, Flood, Hills, Landmark, Mountains, River, Ruins