Rebekah M. Darsoule, Paladin of Lathander

“GodsDAMN.”

Rebekah—Bex—stopped running, briefly, and scowled at the backs of her companions, which were disappearing around yet another corner.  She exhaled heavily, wiping the stinging sweat from her eyes, and squinted into the still, silent darkness ahead of her, which now held only her four dancing orbs of light.

Well, it would be silent, were it not for the crashing, smashing, and general sounds of havoc being wreaked by the… the thing that had been chasing them for Lathander-knew how long now.  Some kind of giant purple worm.  She had never seen anything like it before, and sure as the nine hells had no idea how to kill it.  But it moved and breathed and roared and (presumably) bled, and by her reckoning, that meant it could be killed.  She just had to find out how. Read More »

What follows is a list of feats I wish I could take in real life.

General Feats
Come As You Are (General)
Requirements: Endurance.
Benefit: When it gets really really hot outside, you can just go around naked, no questions asked.
Normal: Ugh. Read More »

     Jin took a handful of the local foliage, and used it to carefully clean the various vermin fluids from the edge of his blade. He had not felt the need to unsheathe his wakizashi throughout the fight, though he had felt the lack of a bow at first, while the goblin scum had been rushing toward himself and the few half-sized warriors that had remained. Read More »

Having pondered for some time, I cannot bring myself to deny my sister’s memory the solace of informing you by name, childish as the notion is. Lili, it is with heavy heart that I pass on the news that your former correspondent has passed on. As of this moment, I do not know how; neither do I know why. I have not asked any of her former companions, and they have not volunteered the information, which seems to be a silent confirmation of my suspicion that she threw her life away, thrust herself in the path of a brigand’s crossbow bolt to protect some commoner or alley cur. Read More »

The world froze.

To understand the ramifications of this phenomena – the lack of action, the total abrupt deadness of everything, the unsurpassable inertia, the complete void of momentum in the world – and what it means to a berserker, it helps first to imagine oneself as a potted plant.  At first, for the potted plant, the world seems beautiful, serene, a place of kept balance.  A gardener comes by every once in a while to drop some water, or feed the soil around you with fertilizer.  Life, while perhaps decidedly limited, is good in its unceasing simplicity.

And then someone drops the pot out of a fourth story window.

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