

A ReturnThe first thing she noticed were the voices.A Return
They were muffled at first, the throbbing of the slowing blood rushing past her ears stifling the sound. Curos' fierce expression, crouched over her with deadly anger in his eyes, was growing hazy, and the pain he inflicted was brief and surprisingly dull. The blade locked within her breast was cold for the time she felt it. Deep within her chest a scream rose and was choked off as the world fell.
The voices became louder now.
Blinking away disorientation Umolka reached up toward her head, pressing her gloved left hand to her temple. Considering the last she r


SorrowThe empty ache in her chest was the only constant since earlier in the afternoon. She could vaguely imagine a pit itself wedged between her lungs, pulsing with the raw pain of loss and the dull hatred that accompanied it. Rav was dead.Sorrow
Oh, she longed to deny it, but Umolka was anything but naive. Rav had vanished - a scorch mark on the wall, and his belongings folded neatly in the Harper's trunk were more proof than if she had seen the drow's smoldering corpse herself. It had taken hours for her to come to terms with it, but she knew he wouldn't have left his weapons behind. His powerfully enchanted kukris were gripped tightly in


Rainy Day StoryMortar and pestle ground noisily in the forest twilight. The dense jungle was still with the charge of an impending storm, and so their user worked ever more swiftly. The young troll, easily not six years of age yet, was small and lanky. But with the stone and bowl she worked amazingly well, grinding the herbs of many colors. Now and again she would add a splash of liquid, and soon the plant remains had become a thick green paste. She turned toward the blue-furred male troll to her right after scooping up a goodly amount in her tiny hands.Rainy Day Story
"Zat'enn, hold it out please!" Speaking in an irritated tone, the white maned girl reached


Grave MistakeSmoke billowed from the roaring bonfire, snaking into the air of the forest and standing out as plain as a beacon. The lush forests of UnGoro Crater were generally uninhabited and a fire such as this could draw a good degree of notice.Grave Mistake
It was obvious the one fueling the flames was not in the state of mind to consider attracting unwanted visitors. The lithe troll was in the throes of an extremely primal dance, bounding from foot to foot in some kind of ritualistic pattern, though any other troll would have found this one unfamiliar for all its similarities.
Crimson
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