A Clipper's Fate
Adelard the fox knew better than to say anything, and so he did not. He said nothing as he saw the watchmen gather, outside his little shop. He said nothing, as a large wolf in battle-worn mail shouted accusations at him. He even said nothing as he was...
Enter Za'ir
When pressed to describe Skyrim, Baneeva had one of two ways he could go about it. The first was to paint Skyrim as a land of stark, brutal magnificence. He would wax poetic about the airy peaks, the ghostly howling of the wind through ancient forests,...
Oswin and the Harvest Rite
The village of Harper's Bluff was in danger. Not from raiders, or the multi-colored kobolds that the towns close to the mountains had encountered. No, as far as the elders were concerned, this was more troubling. They had seen many harvests, and their...
Gym Talk
_{{Hey, Boss.}}_ _{{What did you do?}}_ _{{C'mon, man. Can't a guy say hi to his manager, after hours?}}_ _{{Cut the crap, Pablo.}}_ _{{You don't call me 'Boss' unless you need me to do something for you.}}_ _{{So,...
Professional Behavior
Carol was a small lady. Even under normal circumstances, she only ever came up to Roger's shoulder. However, in this moment, she seemed to be doing everything in her power to seem smaller. The way she crunched herself into a vaguely mouse-shaped ball,...
Irony Watching
"Coming Up! Tempers flare as the auction heats up. 'Twenty-five!' 'Twenty-five-fifty!' \<bleep\> "And later... P-Dog finds more than he bargained for in his brand new car. 'What's... oh, \<bleep\>!' "That's all coming up...
Close Quarters
When Roger returned to the cubicles, yet another cup of coffee in hand, it was to discover a third light coming from the far corner. The rabbit frowned, as he tried to place who sat in that area. He looked over to where his desk was, then over to...
The Stats Were Good
Gail hated forming adventuring parties. So-called "common" wisdom suggested that dungeons were easier to deal with when one had three to five total amateurs in tow, arguing over the division of loot and walking head-first into every trap and ambush....
Interlude: The Voice
Sylveon was normally in a better mood, in the hours following a good and thorough rutting. Having been stuck in this valley for just about forever, now, ruttings were one of the only things that kept her precious sanity intact. Well, there was also...
Subjects Zeta 1-3
WELCOME \>REQUISITION RUNNING LERI... Welcome to the Lab Equipment Requisition Interface. Please enter the ID Number of the item you wish to requisition. \>64-7219-D; Mult 12 Item no. 64-7219-D; Lab-issue...
Professor Redwood
WELCOME \>APPEND LOG ENTRY "Campfire\_Recipes;Personal\_TL" BEGIN LOG ENTRY, TYPE "\>COMMIT" TO FINISH The day has come and gone. Yesterday was the last day of my spring tour of duty. Today, I would have been strapped in to the saddle of...
Fuzzle Dumplin's
The pianist in the corner of the little upscale bar started up her fourth song of the set. Unsurprisingly, the simple, repetitive jazz progressions she played made the song sound almost exactly like the last three. The patrons of Seth's were not all...