The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII...
“The squirrel in his breeches was getting dangerously close to his delicates, the capybara had taken off with his boot, and a team of mice were making quick work on...
Read More“The squirrel in his breeches was getting dangerously close to his delicates, the capybara had taken off with his boot, and a team of mice were making quick work on...
Read More“He turned his attention back to his fawning sycophants. “The ice queens are too cold for me though, I prefer the mist spirits. Mist-resses are the best sorts of mistresses.”...
Read More“Mithrilon had noticed it the moment he entered the room, and even when the guard went to summon the duke for his boot fitting, his eyes did not leave the...
Read More“The Míresgal landed with a soft thud on a large velveteen leaf, set in a vine that continued to coil from the ground, lazily making its way to settle at...
Read More“What does it do again?” he asked. “This is the Destruction stone.” she said. “That, ehrm, does not sound good. And you want ME to touch it? You’re the immortal...
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