Ivaz’s eyes widen in awe.
Jastra Srinshee blinks rapidly, then turns around to look back towards the maze.
For once, the bard is at a loss for clever words, “Whoa, what is this place?”
The deadpan and least clever of the group unwittingly accents their unsettled emotions… “As I said, safe outside.”
You feel a blistering heat on your skin. Bright light consumes you, and then nothing. Warm air presses in around you, intensifying the feverish feeling beneath your skin. Your eyes slit open. At least you think they are open, as they are met by blackness. Gradually, you begin to make out your surroundings. In front […]
A tabaxi with a mysterious past and an inability to pass up a chance to make a nuisance of herself.
A gunslinger with a cat allergy and tinkering skills that could stand to be improved.
A winter eladrin elf with a disconcerting affinity for death.
A drow whose language bites quickly but acerbically.
A warforged whose incomprehension of social situations is comical at times and dangerous at others.
Standish Writes 