The Flip of a Coin_Darius Düsterwald's Lucky Medicine_Luck Be A Halfling_A Resolute Year's E
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The Flip of a Coin
I stand at a crossroads. Wind whips my hair around my face as I prop my hands on my hip. I tap my thumb on the pommel of my sword and consider my options. One path leads into the forest that grows darker by the second. The other leads to a cave. I need to find shelter before night falls. To stay out in the open means certain death once full darkness settles. Both of my options hold dangers. All sorts of wild plants and animals. Thieves. Dragons. Dragons are my biggest threat. I open my money pouch and pull out a coin, my default for making hard decisions. I have been warned not to leave my fa...
Darius Düsterwald's Lucky Medicine
Tom rang the round button next to the door and was startled by the shrill sound of the doorbell, which rang through the quiet neighbourhood. As they stood waiting, Tom could feel his mother’s growing apprehension behind him. She had never talked much about her hometown or her father. In fact, Tom knew as good as nothing about one half of his family.He examined the old wooden door in front of him and saw that it had a name carved in its wood. ‘Darius Düsterwald’, he said aloud and realised that his mother had never told him his grandfather’s name. Just as he was about to ask her about it – the ...
Luck Be A Halfling
Holly Peddlewood twiddled the wood-carved three-leaf clover in her halfling hands as she scouted the hidden entrance to the temple before her. She loathed these one-person missions. When she was with the others, she’d be reassured against the disastrous scenarios an anxious mind conjures before a tense quest.The carving fell from her hand and struck the earth with a clatter. She glanced and noticed it landed, and stayed firmly, on its stem; a rare occurrence, but for Holly as clear sign of favor by Fortina herself. She pulled a coin from her pouch and silently prayed before she flicked it int...
A Resolute Year's End
As he looked outside of his frosted window on a Thursday evening, Jack sighed with contentment and rested his head against the frame. Was that the smell of peppermint? With its bustling streets and gently falling snow, New York once again displayed a picturesque resemblance to a scene out of a Hallmark Christmas postcard. He thought to himself that it would perhaps do him some good to go for a walk outside. Though Christmas was over, a fully decorated room still greeted his eyes as he turned away from the view; he had been putting off taking down the decorations his family had put up on the we...