Chronicles of Lyandar Chapter 1: Beginings
She gently returned the hug with surprising strength in those gnarled, old hands. "what is it you wished to ask me ariedren?" she said this i barely more than a whisper, but the power in her voice made it able to be clearly heard.
The Wolf-King
The twisted and gnarled branches of corrupted trees clawed like skeletal fingers at the walls of the keep. the aging king resigned himself to the fate of a solemn guardian.
The Tail of Thorns - Prelude (Rewrite of Mixed Tale - Violence)
An old dodeeja in a cowl sat in a dark room far below the deck of the pirate ship, and with his gnarled hand wrote delicately in ink with a quail quill.
The Second Sundering: Chapter 2
With a satisfied nod and a lifting of the gnarled, ancient staff in his paws, he spoke, "i declare this issue," he slammed the staff down, the noise ringing off the walls and the cold, marble seating, "resolved."
Sick As A Dog
He'd forgotten about pissing, but his body hadn't: soon the hot stream was spraying over his toilet, splattering up against the rough, thick pads of flesh on the ends of his gnarled, distorted hands.
Meet Me by the Railroad Tracks (Patreon)
This was one of the nicer regions, it had fresh plant life and trees that weren't all gnarled up and stunted like what was most often the case.
Prepared by Fate 1
The limbs of the ancient tree's stretching out like gnarled fingers, seeking to grasp the very light before it can penetrate their mighty boughs. before long the hatchling reaches the dubious safety of the forest, passing into its shadowy confines.
A Heavy Burden
But what she did find was remnants of worlds: fabulous forests of green with the echoed song of long-dead sprites, chewed-up and gnarled wreckage from massive space stations, crumbling castles that once stood sentinel in sunny lands.
History Lesson 9
The grand matron shouts, her claws digging into her old gnarled staff. "i should expect that. you've been trouble since the day you were hatched..."
Meet Me By the Railroad Tracks (Patreon)
This was one of the nicer regions, it had fresh plant life and trees that weren't all gnarled up and stunted like what was most often the case.
Meet Me at the Oasis (Patreon)
In her right hand was a gnarled staff made from the twisted branch of a cursed tree, and on its end was a shining purple gem that had wood fibers wrapped around its clean-cut surface to keep it in place.
X~ROsen
His vision focused in immediatley, the scenery changing to a very dark abyss, stone walls rising from the depths into a milky white swirling sky, a large throbbing and gnarled tree rising out of a plot of floating dirt in the shape of an eye.