Month: September 2018

  • Making Friends, Part 16

    “We are in so much trouble.” The winds from the outside spun through the great caves. Howled up through the temple of the death goddess of vengeance, swirling around the Acolyte’s clothes. Rafe stood off to a side, looking at the altar. The half-dwarf hadn’t cowered in ages, decades even. But he thought about it now, and his trembling knees were in agreement. “Maybe not.” Greta held up the clay prison of the Scourge of […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 15

    “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” Bethany grabbed Arlyle and held her close. The goddess gasped, her light out in an instant. The flame was snuffed before it could do any damage to the young girl. Bethany was crying. Crying. Tears ran down her eyes as she looked at Arlyle. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, Arlyle. We’re supposed to have tea parties, and, and go fun places…and have adventures! We aren’t supposed to […]

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  • Making Friends, Part 14

    “Arlyle, the Scourge of Darrenfell, and my best friend…stop it!” “What?” Arlyle looked at Bethany, questioning. “What’s wrong?” “You know very well what’s wrong, and you should stop it this instant!” “It” was currently chasing Bergsten and his cohorts across the Meadows. A pair of old bears, dark forest green and covered in strange runes, lolling across the ground on their great legs. Bergsten and his crew had laughed at the bears. Even tried to […]

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