T.A.U. Disconnected

**_April, 28_**** _th_ ****_ 2033_** Another day another problem... She sighed as she was escorted by four **ADVENT** Troopers. The Viper armed only with a drone and a plasma pistol for defense. Her escort was to do most of the fighting...

, , ,

Dust Shorts: First Heat

'_Ugh...I don't feel great._' The Dire Weasel grumbled some as she pulled the wagon along the road, '_Was it something I ate?_' "Something wrong Dust?" It was the Human, Rex speaking to her. "_Not sure, just feeling off today. A bit nauseous,...

, , , , , , , ,

Dust Shorts: First Hunt

"Dust... Dust, wake up. It's morning." The dire weasel grumbled, rolling onto her belly trying to ignore the voice. "Don't ignore me, you wanted me to teach you how to hunt. That means getting up early. Don't make me kick you awake." "...

, , , , ,

Dust: Road to Astuvila

**_"...rex...Rex...REX!_** _"_ _"What?" Rex looked around confused for a moment, who's voice was that?_ **_"Rex! It's me! Dust! Listen!_** _" It was that voice again, clearly inside his head._ _"Dust?" Rex glanced in the weasel's direction more...

, , , , , , ,

Dust: Why Was I Reincarnated as a Dire Weasel? Rebirth I

'What...? Why is it so bright? Am I actually dead? No, I can feel my heartbeat. Feel warm too...so why is it so bright? _Götter_... what is that smell?' It took some time before the intensity of the light faded. But...

, , ,

Uskara Tales II: Gwendolyn Espris (Part II)

The first house in question was quite nice on the inside, just like the other buildings that Gwen and Iris had entered. Decorated and furnished like a log cabin, with a very homey comfortable feel to it. The...

, , , , , , , ,

Uskara Tales II: Gwendolyn Espris (Part I)

People were shuffling about quietly. Weaving between tall bookshelves, either pulling out books or searching for what they wanted. Sitting at one of the tables looking out into the city through a large window were two...

, , , , ,

Uskara Tales I

**Uskara Tales I** **By Tarrenger Drakenlied** **Xurimo Sassoon** Laughter and chatter. Two simple words that aptly described the din the permeated The Chunky Whistle. A popular tavern of the local townsfolk and travelers alike. Packed inside were...

, , , ,