*Shoots all the meepers*
Done. - Ray
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*Shoots all the meepers*
Done. - Ray
“Have I ever told you about Kir Borim?”
The dwarf hunched over the makeshift workbench had not spoken in three hours, but her compatriot had long since grown accustomed to such eccentricities....
His name was Javic. They called him ‘cleft-runner’ when they felt charitable, or ‘manwhore in bed with the many-teated Paps’ after a couple of stiff drinks in the tavern. More often than not,...
The canopy burnt in flaming red, in glimmering silver and glittering gold. The first of the winter’s gales reached in to rip the leaves from their branches, sending them scurrying along to whatever...
She had what she sought, the ashes of a long-lost muse. Now she could complete her recipe. Maybe, just maybe, it held the secret to the immortality she so sought. Or maybe it didn’t, and she would...
Mana engines whined as they cycled to full power. The frigate lurched beneath the weight of its broadside as it opened up into the banks of heavy cloud. Alerian marine and Blackcloak alike ran...
Sigrun looked up from the last of the satchels, brow fraught and lips worried. The bullet had torn through the delicate gears of her prosthetic limb like a fencing blade through parchment. Her entire...
“Now that’s interesting! Tell me more!”
Obahyurur powered through the base of the tower, shedding raindrop and marble fragments alike from its black iron shoulders. The earth shuddered in...
“Answer me this, Obahyurur.”
Her husky words broke the hushed tedium, strangely muffled from beneath the grimacing face shield given to all dwarven smith apprentices. The drizzle of earlier...
Dawn broke in the embrace of an ethereal mist, a wispy blanket of low-lying cloud protecting the grasslands from the first of the season’s hoar frosts. She had made good progress under clear...
From the silted flats the golem ascended, like a titan’s cadaver risen from the dead, like an elemental of the earth’s wrath manifest. Rivulets of river water streamed from its body of black...
“Set it down, nice and easy,” the Blackcloak ordered, his sword-hand never wavering. The coal-faced taleweaver complied without question, eyes of deep green wandering across the battlefield...
“Taleweaver! I’m here for you!”
The explosive shot hit the campfire dead centre, and she gave an involuntary whoop of delight. Charred and flaming driftwood arced through the night like...
“I’m looking for a dwarf.”
From the vantage of Obahyurur’s shoulder, Sigrun peered across a sea of flame-charred flesh studded with islands of ancient iron. Five tattered figures grovelled...
She landed hard, her backside grating upon a cell of sooty stone. The hands that had carried her, firm but unyielding, left her there in the night and the cold. Half a town from Tallman’s Tavern,...
With brawny belligerence she pushed through the crowd to where the elf conversed with the other dwarf, heeding neither muttered curse nor loud protestation. She might have spilt a few ales over...
With many thanks to Karuka and Dawnmorrow, who helped proof-read and edit this manuscript before it was posted!
“See, this is why flesh isn’t suited to shaping,” Sigrun Kondrat remarked to...
Done!
Aha, I understand. Will do (at later levels, of course, as she gets better at ordering them around).
Thanks for clarifying that for me.
Sounds like a reasonable restriction for now. Would I be able to work towards alleviating that at later levels, or with permission of the opponent?
Expressing interest (once approved of course)!
Subject to your discretion, probably looking at 7 of Wands and aiming for the Wheel of Fortune.
Name: Sigrun Kondrat
Pseudonym: -
Titles: -
Age: 42
Race: Dwarf
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 124cm (4'1")
Weight: 78kg (172lb)