How does one know they are experienced? Simple, they have explored life. And how does one know how exploration is done? Nutrose knew that there were several answers to this, but still found himself rolling the question over in his mind. Was it by knowledge gained? Than the two Sarrofop sisters, Pidelle and Pidella, were the greatest explored of all. They dove deep into exploration on a daily basis, all while never leaving the comfort

“Pitiful, absolutely disgraceful.” Hilt squatted over Zibnizik. She looked at her blade, poised over his throat, and tutted. “Zibnizik, if I were in a grading mood, I would fail you on the spot. No perimeter guard, no wards to speak of, and not even someone keeping watch. That is a failing grade.” “Lady Hilt,” the gnome said, not taking his eyes off the weapon. “Pardon my rudeness, but I’m not in classes with you.” She

Bin stepped forward, readying his stance. He winked at the Archiwrecks. “Let’s go then,” He said. “Mage battle, twenty-to-one.” “Seven,” Kleb corrected. “Right. You guys get some too.” The Archiwrecks looked at each other. They hefted pickaxes, swords, even a few wands. But they did so cautiously. If the lone child of the group was so skilled, and the dwarf accidentally neutralized three others, what could the rest of the group be like? The leader

Pidella was correct. The crest was there on all two dozen of the Archiwrecks. The broken arch could be seen clearly as they walked into the clearing. Archiwrecks. The name inspired fear in Ruby Lawks’ ears. Her Lady had had to deal with the raiders before. They lived for the ways of old, trying to bring forth the greatest magics and powers long lost to history. The members held no mercy for the living, so

No one expected Ona to save them all. Ona least of all. Ona was not a rustic creature. He enjoyed his life in the big city. While he was finding the outdoors to be kind of rad, they were missing some essentials. Like plumbing, or a decent coffee. He was cursed to be morose the entire day without his customary intake of caffeine. Figuratively cursed, of course. Regardless, Ona had spent most of the night

“How did you forget the tent?” “I thought you were bringing the tent?” “Why would I be bringing the tent? Did you at least remember sleeping bags?” “I thought we had a spell for that.” “We do?” “I think so?” This had gone on for two hours. Zibnizik wasn’t sure if he was still enraptured with Yuva, though he did know he wanted to scream. They currently were huddled underneath a piece of conjured tent.