Historical
The Art of War and Letting Go
The clashing had finally ended, arms fells, now what remained was the re-collection of weathered-down men. Blanketed in scabs and erratic graybacks, they crossed the Big Black River, finally reaching stabilized Union territory. It had been a slow-going and harrowing journey. Their travelling party was a sorry sight of scraps and badly bandaged leftovers who had finally been released from the Confederate camps.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Fiction
The Alpha-reign with Chard the Dragon🐉
There always sparks a curiosity or questionableness within a story. How will it end? This legendary story starts off with the question in each intriguing scene: after that What happens next is the start to an investing journey stay on to find out how it ends.
By Rachael Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
"Camouflage" (Roman Version)
So, like most parties, in this campaign, we were not in a modern setting. We were in a D&D 5e Fantasy version of the Roman Empire, circa 600AD. Also like most parties, we ended up making a decent number of references to more modern entertainment. The first time that I did it actually even made it into the campaign as something Bastian ended up singing one night - not so much to the party, but more to himself while he was bored. Lead to some interesting interactions. That'll come later as I go through his journal entries.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
The care of the wooden dragon
Once flying over the area, the dragon looks down at the forest floor and sees a rather unusual sight. That sight was a toddler. The dragon finds a break in the trees and swoops down and picks up the toddler, who could not be more than one or two years of age and was a female child. The child has strawberry-blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. The child is also fair-skinned.
By Miranda Monahan4 years ago in Fiction
Devil Among Us
If I had another choice—any other choice—I would take it with one simple question: when can I start? Yes, this is a life that I used to not mind so much in the past. A way to survive is a way to survive, and I’m not particular in how I survive as long as I accomplish doing so. Yet things are different now. If there was ever peace, I have a hard time remembering it. Have atrocities always been made light and comedic by the public? So much so that they sing their songs and make their games with tragedies in mind? If I bet on a horse named ‘Jack the Ripper,’ will it stop him from coming after me?
By Calliope Briar4 years ago in Fiction
