Harper L. Vandergloom, librarian, frequent caretaker of the rogue rabbit hoard known as the Purple Paw Thievery, idly ran a skeletal finger down the front of the her large personal card catalog. Her talon stopped at a drawer that read, “Paw, Purple,” and opened it.
The witch’s green skin darkened in embarrassment. “I want to date. Girlfriend. You, me.” She paused to collect the debris of her thoughts. The vampire patiently waited with a smile. “I want to be your girlfriend, too,” the witch said as her mind finally sorted itself out.
“Tell me of your trip to the DESERT!” “I’ve just gotten here, I haven’t even unpacked our picnic!” the gorgon replied coyly as she settled into a comfortable position on the rocky overhang. With extended slowness, she removed a blanket from her wicker basket, then set about the dishes. She contemplated each of the various […]
The lich made a vague gesture in the sign language of the arcane and the fabric of reality bent as a gorgon teleported into the bubble. Stretching to her full height on her long, thick serpentine tail, the gorgon turned towered over the undead monster. She leaned down and kissed her husband. “Hello my ghost heart.”
The Netherworld is full of magical energies. Most of the time, they balance in a comfortable harmony — land and sky blended by water, doom and fire blended by rock, and so forth. When the flow of magic is disrupted, storms and backlashes strike out and return the balance in local systems. Such storms are […]