The Dragonborn & The Kitsuneby Stalbon Demoria pulled back the hood of her rain-spattered cloak and glanced skyward. The sky above was a uniform grey, the last shimmers of the passing drizzle now headed east. To the south, across a slow, wide river that she knew drifted down to the sea, fields of wheat and grain rippled like a golden plain covering dozens and dozens of acres. A towering stone windmill loomed, it's great fan currently at rest. These were the outskirts of Hythe, where

Xembra lowered the elf's kicking boots over her gaping jaws and let her tongue play along his legs, coiling it around them like a pulsating, sizzling serpent. Her acidic spittle was already working its way through the leather and cloth, and her great eyes gleamed as he kicked and screamed, that lilting, elven voice reaching a crescendo of pleading and pain. The squirming humanoid flailed at her pitted talons and slick scales, and then the dragoness snapped her jaws forward, pushing her snack d

A Night By The Roadsideby Stalbon A crescent moon hung high in the sky, wisps of cloud occasionally dimming the light that filled the night. Demoria felt sleep dragging at her, but the dragonborn sorceress still had a head full of thoughts keeping her awake. The furnace-like warmth seeping into her from Kikoli's great stomach didn't help things, either. Demoria leaned back, leaning into the huge swell that rose and fell with the dragoness' slow, even breathing. Kikoli had been out f

Return To Hytheby Stalbon As the afternoon waned in Hythe, storm clouds began forming out to sea. The thunder that came as they started to roll in towards the docks made many look skyward, including Sammy. The skull mask-wearing white fox glanced up at the bank of dark clouds slowly approaching and then down at his stall counter, where paint pots were spread around his current work while his brushes stood in various cups of water. Already, several other vendors in the square were draping

A Day Back Homeby Stalbon The crew's energy was a living thing, swelling and growing as they rounded the coastal cliffs and entered the sheltered waters of the bay. Shanties filled the air, sails were made slack, and The Tailed Maiden's prow cut through the waves towards its destination. Hythe. Home. Kea and her crew had been away from the port for more than a month, and had been asea for the past two weeks. The crew was abuzz with the need to be off-ship, to go ashore and make

A Meeting in the Forestby Stalbon Stepping into the cool shade of the tall sentinel oaks, Demoria examined the small shrines at the edge of the great forest. A traveller's shrine was not an uncommon sight on any road, and this one, depicting Silvanus the Oakfather, resembled many of the ones she'd already come across. It was carved into the trunk of one of the two large oaks, and had been done so by an expert hand. The dragonborn studied the figure depicted in a classical stance: a t

The True Face of Existential Dread



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Jean-Pierre removed his tricorn hat and wiped through his straw-blond hair with a palm, making a disgusted sound in the back of his throat when he saw

As
Things Stand
Part I:
Oldtown
By
Stalbon
The young
sell-sword put a booted foot up on a rock and leaned forward to prop
an arm upon his lifted knee, staring out from the top of the hill to
the city sprawled out in the distance. It was still a good couple of
miles down the rolling fields to the gates, but the wind was coming
in strong from the sea, and washed all manner of smells up to the
small stand of trees under which he stood. There were no fields of
planted grain or milling cattle this