Ritual Split
"Pungent and foul. Dill's right, it smells like rotten eggs." Tare forced a chuckle through his puckered, grimacing face. No one was there to talk with, to steady his nerves, but complaining at least helped him work through the stifling sulfur odor in...
The Pond of Purity
"Is that waterfall the goal?" The game staff member took a half step toward Derek and leaned forward. "I was just about to give you the story, good sir. Done signing the waivers? Gather round, gather round, use the benches." She spread her arms...