Nostalgia is possibly the greatest of the lies that we all tell ourselves. It is the glossing of the past to fit the sensibilities of the present. For some, it brings a measure of comfort, a sense of...
Matron Malice, her belly swollen in the final hours of pregnancy.
It is a complicated word: home. It carries varied definitions to nearly every person. To me, home is not just a place, but a feeling; a warm and comfortable sensation of control. Home is where I need...
In the goblin tongue, knowing from the book that Hephaestus spoke it but hoping that the dragon wouldn't know he knew, Drizzt yelled, When the stupid dragon follows me out, come out and get the rest!H...
I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.
For what are we left with if there remains no mystery? What hope might we find if we know all of the answers?
Eight pins? Regis whispered, marveling at the magnificent contraption— and at his own skill, for he suspected that there weren’t five burglars on the Sword Coast who could have picked this lock.Well,...
But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn't sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.
Behold Akar Kessell, the Tyrant of Icewind Dale! he cried. People of Ten-Towns, your master has come! Your words are a bit premature— Cassius began, but Kessell cut him short with a frenzied scream. N...
Are you so eager for war? the drow asked, his face barely an inch from the elf’s. Do you long to hear the screams of the dying, lying helplessly in fields amidst rows and rows of corpses? Have you eve...
A drow and a dwarf, a dwarf and a drow, a hunnerd times better’n a fox and a cow! Bwahaha! Athrogate added with unbridled enthusiasm.
The true warrior understands that while one is learning how to use a sword, one should also be learning why and when to use a sword. To grant the power of a weapon master to anyone at all, without eff...
Outcropping
Haffling
Buttresses
Battered
Your confidence is inspiring, said the captured weapon master. Because it is always backed by cleverness.
You are in my very soul, tormenting me, Anakin went on, not a bit of falseness in his tone.
With numbers comes strength,
With a nod, she was gone. Wulfgar watched her disappear back down the corridor, not so determined to have this fight now, without knowing that Catti-brie would be safe behind him. What if the gray one...