My Sword, My Clan 33 - My Friend and Nemesis
The kremling captain turned towards his boatswain asking: "michelle, how is our target?"
Crocs of the Leather Stick Together 1 - Furious Flotsam
Everywhere he looked he could see kremlings talking while working, nobody left on their own to mope by themselves or do nothing.
My Sword, My Clan 36 - My Final Fantasy
Jaws opening ready to devour the kremling, kruz timed his release to fall onto the shouldered pauldron as ridged metal armour gave him a firm support.
Children of the Earth and Sky 11 - The Monster Within
The kremling rubbed his head. "no more surprises?" "thankszh to bro'szh backup," baldwin smirked twirling the knife, "heeeere ya go."
My Sword, My Clan 17 - My Pirate's Dream
Rool's kremling krew, until a portal...made by james here, went kinda psycho an' got trapped remainin' on my island home.
My Sword, My Clan 30 - My Sorrow Within
The kremling dodged, stumbling from his confusion as he swung the absurdly large sword somehow light as a feather to him.
And Escape His Nightmare 3 - From a Tale of Two Cities
From his side the kremling pulled up james' old satchel left hanging on his hook, looking just the same as the day he first got it from the kremling on that fateful day of rebellion between them.
The Final Anomaly 2 - Riptor's Plan
Kruz swept his arms out as oddclaw grinned leaping into his embrace, surprising the kremling with such friendliness as he hugged him tight as he could.
My Sword, My Clan 20 - Her Blood-Sin
The kremling sat upon a large white stone in a small glade, a park untouched by the commerce of lea monde and not too far from the cathedral still looming far above them towards the west.
The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
A most unusual event happened that morning. Or whatever time it was. The engine quieted, shouting happened, and a heavy yank indicated an anchor had found a home. An event that nudged her off of the sheet she used as bed, enough so that she could wake...
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
Her awakening was rude and rough. Her fingertips gripped carefully at the metal rim to pull herself across, before she let out a quiet yawn. The blur of vision slowly cleared up as she realized she was far at sea. Even here, she could feel waves trying...
The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
Over the weeks she was there, nothing was more rare and uncommon than a ship that didn't ask for the dock workers to help clean out the thing. Whatever from hold to hull, they always wanted something done by someone that wasn't on their ship. So few...