Rumors
from the Jaws of Victory
“Aye,
you hear about what happened to the northern islands recently? They
say rabbit folk have gone extinct up there. Every last one of the
Cold Stone Rabbit clan, every bunny man woman and child, ended up
churning away in the gut of some marauding pirate captain. Said he
had a taste for them and laid siege to damn near every village, town,
and city up there trying to get his fix of floppy eared folk. Maybe
one or two left in hiding, but who knows? Says his raid

The forest. A vision
of what came to mind when hearing the word ‘wilderness’. A gentle
breeze blew through tall branches that shaded the ground from the
high sun hanging overhead. Thick trees that had been standing longer
than the nearby human settlements towered above any beast or man who
traveled bellow. The soft sound of birds chirping could be heard over
the sound of underbrush disturbed by both the wind or by prowling
creatures. Despite the quite and calming expanse of wood, any who
wa