Greeting
the Refugees "Planning
something - can tell easy." "What was that, orc?"
Practically-snarled Lieutenant Michaelson. And there was the
half-orc's usual, frustrating,
smirk. "Sorry, sir. It seems there are two more of the
fishmen - they must be blocking us from getting to something. I am
awaiting your orders." Oh how Lieutenant Michaelson
hated
that. Smirk was gone, replaced by a level face. ...but he
was right. The sharkmen were clearly blocking them
Greeting the Refugees
By: Garz
Favorited: 2 weeks ago
They had carefully chosen one another. Long, unsubtle looks across the tavern’s open room. Impossible to miss if anyone were to pay attention. Everyone else’s attention was locked on their own prospects within the tavern. From the slender dancer on stage to the lusty hum of music from the band or the beer and spirits that flowed freely to paying tankards, there was plenty for the patrons to embrace. The
Stonetail
The Stonetail Syndicate
By: OneGoodDeed
Favorited: 2 weeks ago
She moved slowly through the woods, her paws made little noise as she walked upon the snow. Her fur was a perfect camouflage for this winter environment, and she was going to use it well. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, so she stopped to monitor her surroundings... nothing seemed to have noticed her. She looked back towards the ground to find that trail again, the one left by her prey. She didn't like doing this, but she reluctantly accepted her lot in this new life; she was now a bea
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By: Eric Sykes
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