Author: DM
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The Sergent
Tarak Whiskeyjack looked every year of his age. At 56 the old city watchman should have retired or promoted years ago but he never quiet got around to it. His left wrist ached as he pushed open the heavy door to the changing room of the City Watch. The familiar smell of polished leather and…
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The Black Rage
Sitting at the bow of the ship sharing the first watch, the moons in the sky sank slowly, Throkk and Deruzz gazed upwards sharing a tankard. It always refilled and the thick beer was growing on Throkk. “Needs some blood” muttered Throkk. Deruzz leaned across and took the tankard as a distant gull cried out…
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After the Fall – Part 1
“Not good enough!”. Clinks boots clacked down the marbled hallway of the grand ballroom as his assistant Tanken tried to keep up. His scrawny body too lanky for the billowing robes of his station. Appointing this 16 year old to his right hand man had been one of many slaps in the face to the…
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Hello world!
Welcome to the first post of the new blog! This could be a place where we up our game and actually link to game streams we record? Who knows. I smell merchandising contracts.