Su’vester Harthgut rests her head on the signing mountains of her hord, the small dragoness snorts in her sleep shooting small gouts of orange white flame from her slightly parted lips. Her wings wrapped around her lightly like twin leathery blankets, the hard scales that cover all but her stomach and inner thighs glinted and glowed with a dim innate ruby light. From a distance she might have been mistaken for a large campfire or some strange magical torch.
Su’vester

the party’s messy end



by

Thdergonberg


the strange tunnels of the dungeon wind endlessly Infront of the group, like the intestines of some grate beast. The place even had a myriad of strange liquids leaking form the walls. The party was an odd bunch. Mira and Volm strode out Infront the group the two gnomes’ twins carrying massive swords almost twice t