[Larch] When Is A Monster Not A Monster?

Larch finds a small note inside her vodka bottle. It reads: Just ask him out. Guys are too dumb to notice. ~CC Really, it was all that damn god’s fault. Without him, she’d still be in blissful ignorance. But the note on her vodka bottle sent her bone pale then puce with rage, and she […]

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The Edge of a Knife [Larch]

In the aftermath, Larch worked.   She used her spells, first, repairing flesh and wood alike where fire had charred and blades had cut. This was the first raid she’d dealt with in a long time; the last she could remember had been when she was… nine? Something like that. But the principles remained. First, […]

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Going To That F*cking Place

Going To That Fucking Place: Fighting the Telling Man and Dragging Etrax’s Brothers Out By Their Ears   Something something cursed city. It wasn’t their first, and it probably wouldn’t be their last, either. They were just retrieving Etraxx’s errant brothers before they got in over their heads fetching a cursed sword. They had faced […]

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[Pathfinder] It’s An Adjustment

Umiri sat on the edge of the bed, freshly scrubbed. Bathing regularly with soap–one of many concessions the ranger made to civilization. She combed her hair, slowly, and then sawed off the last couple of inches with a knife. She was getting lax, here in this town. The rest went into its usual braids, complete […]

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