Qoxo didn’t sleep the remainder of the night and morning, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the slime and waste covered floor of her cell. The musty scent of rot hung in the air, the midday sun heating the interior of the dungeon, making the putrid air humid and heavy. A rat scurried across...
Qoxo
Qoxo swung there by her tail, her eyes watching the shadow covered egg that she held at her side. What in the world was this? Its shell was smooth as glass underneath it’s shadowy veil, tendrils of darkness enveloping her hand, wrapping around her fingers with a semi-solid grip. Warmth...
Deep within the Southern market of the Middle Stack in a dusty old tavern called the Twisted Cellar, a crowd of various races gathering around a makeshift pit in the floor. It was here that many from the various layers of the Stacks came to watch and bet on creature fights. Sometimes it was only...
The Citadel. An amalgamate of different city structures combined into a bustling melting pot kingdom. It extended for miles around in a waxing gibbous shape with a spire-like mountain in the center. Narrow buildings claw their way up the mountain, topping it in a glowing golden palace that...
The Grandmaster looked down in disgust as one of the prisoners began speaking their minds. He upturned his nose as the Bestias blabbered on about liberties and other nonsense. In front of the prisoners, High Commander Dmitri had removed his axe from his back slowly as Ki’Tavi made his case out...
The Wyx’s ears twitched curiously as the trilling song reverberated around the room, her dark eyes widening as it seemed to shake the air around them. “What in the world… was that?” she said out loud. As Ki’Tavi’s dragon chirped and squeaked away, he seemingly responded accordingly to her...
QOXO
Qoxo didn’t sleep the remainder of the night and morning, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the slime and waste covered floor of her cell. The musty scent of rot hung in the air, the midday sun heating the interior of the dungeon, making the putrid air humid and heavy. A rat scurried...
QOXO
Qoxo swung there by her tail, her eyes watching the shadow covered egg that she held at her side. What in the world was this? Its shell was smooth as glass underneath it’s shadowy veil, tendrils of darkness enveloping her hand, wrapping around her fingers with a semi solid grip. Warmth...
QOXO
Deep within the Southern market of the Middle Stack in a dusty old tavern, a crowd of various races gathered around a makeshift pit in the floor. It was here that many from the various layers of the Stacks came to watch and bet on creature fights. Sometimes it was only an Orcish gerbil...
Blight of Eileynn: Wings of Valor
The Citadel. An amalgamate of different city structures combined into a bustling melting pot kingdom. It extended for miles around in a waxing gibbous shape with a spire-like mountain in the center. Narrow buildings claw their way up the mountain, topping it...