How to Assassinate the Undead_The Landlubbers_Rat Tails and Dragon Wings_Monsters of The Mist
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How to Assassinate the Undead
Flaming skeletons marched through the dragon scorched streets of Holyhome. Little remained of what had been the capital of the continent’s most powerful empire.“What now?” Sir Danielle Longbow asked the assassin by her side.“Now you blacken that tabard and stash your armour where it can’t give us away,” said Catherine Harper, who wore the blackened silver hawk mask as always.The knight rubbed the breastplate of her armour instinctively. She felt naked without it. “Where? There’s nothing left of this city that doesn’t have burning skeletons treading across it.”“Beneath the city.”“Beneath?” Dani...
The Landlubbers
“Oscar!” Charles hissed. “Do you know how much trouble we’ll be in if the prefects find us out of bed?”“Don’t get your knickers in a knot.” Oscar’s lantern creaked as he stepped over knotted tree roots, tangled into the damp soil of the ravine. “We need some fun.”“I was having plenty of fun before this.”“We go to boarding school, Charles. Our lives are stifled! We need adventure.” “I wouldn’t very well call expulsion an adventure,” Charles grumbled.“We’ll be back before morning check-ins. They’ll never kwww.onedoor.ccnow we left. Besides, Ralph’ll be too drunk to notice.”“And what if there’s a fire drill?”...
Rat Tails and Dragon Wings
Water trickling from aged stalactites landed on the dragon’s resting head. Droplets collected on his scales, glistening in the scarce sunlight, and puddling against the cave walls. Curled up like a fat cat on a rug, the dragon lay in pure serenity with the riches of the world surrounding him.Each item was meticulously stacked on top of one another and the dragon was often rearranging them to pass the time. The dragon once reveled in the adrenaline rush destruction gave him, and that cruelty earned him an unprecedented hoard. The beast fondly recalled the pathetic jabs from pitchforks, the defe...
Monsters of The Mist
The night air was seeping through my skin and biting into my bones; daddy was clawing into the ground, and he stopped. He outstretched his arm and gestured to me; I handed him one of the two potted plants; the leaves radiated warm light, translucent with thread-thin veins. He told me to press my hand at the base of the tree in the dirt, and the soil was grainy yet soft and cold—pinprick massages all over the surface of my palm. Then, the leaves glowed, more radiate and wondrous."WOW, so pretty," I said.Daddy explained what we were doing, but it was difficult to understand; We were stopping the...