A cleric who doesn’t believe in the Divine.A revenant with no memory of his past.A blind elf who hates elves. The following story was adapted from a Dungeons & Dragons
The world has seen the likes of many great men. Sam was not one of them. Sam was neither great nor was she a man. Well, technically she wasn’t a
April 10th, 3240..
Depression, in its truest form, is never loud. It is silent. Poisonous. Deadly. Much like carbon monoxide.
“No one saw it coming”, your friends will say. That’s because you were too depressed to tell them.
“I don’t understand,” your mother will cry. That’s because she’s never lived it.
A cleric who doesn’t believe in the Divine.A revenant with no memory of his past.A blind elf who’s on the hunt for, well, elves. The following story was adapted from
A cleric who doesn’t believe in the Divine.A revenant with no memory of his past.A wizard who wants to kill himself or something. The following story was adapted from a
A cleric who doesn’t believe in the Divine.A revenant with no memory of his past.A blind elf looking for her children. Elvish children. As in elves. The following story was
A cleric who doesn’t believe in the divine.A revenant with no memory of his past.A blind elf who doesn’t know she’s an elf and hates elves. The following story was
Colonel Phrónēsis only knew two kings back home. One was a fellow dwarf. The other a solar elf. But flipped over on the table before him were three kings, and
I remember it as if it were yesterday. In fact, it was yesterday. Or so they tell me. At precisely ten-fifteen in the morning, my Alaskan sled dogs had barely
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