What a flight of fancy! If Philadelphia had been looking for someone dumb enough to genuinely swoon over some stupid wordplay, he’d just found a...
“Caw?” Des echoed back, raising her eyebrows. Fair maiden? Aw, hell. Honestly, he’d been speakin’ her language more with the birdcalls. She...
Look who was here, practicing archery like she was straight outta The Hunger Games! Braid up her hair and stick a gold pin on her collar, Destiny...
While their other party member scribbled out his version of the tale, Destiny listened closely to Iván. Hell, she wasn’t the kind of person to ask...
"Semblance of competency" I'd love to join this if you'd like! It sounds right up Destiny's alley.
So Brad didn’t remember at all. Huh. Strangely, Destiny understood—it felt like a memory of a memory, one step removed from something real. “It...
“Goddammit Brad! I didn’t ask for a chemistry lesson,” Des said, putting one elbow on the table and letting her forehead rest in her hand. She...
Why’d I ask? A gal couldn’t make small-talk these days without getting hit with a whole history of the winemaking staff at the goddamn Fancy...
Was nice havin’ someone who had her back. If Destiny ever had to play the damsel in distress stuck up in some tower or surrounded by wolves, she...
What the hell was that smell. Des lifted an arm, fully prepared to publicly sniff her armpit, when Ivan’s voice scared her out of her...
INVERTED / PERVERTED WINE NIGHT “Hell, this seems poorly planned,” Des mused, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at the completely-full...
“How’d Brad get ahead of us?” Destiny asked, pushing the door open and shaking her head like a dog to clear the wet droplets from their final...
Stokbon, we'll do wine! That'll bring Temp runnin', mark my words. @Iván Carl Whatever happens down there, make sure it's a hell of a story, hear?
030 / 118 They stood, bruised and battered, staring at a person-shaped hole in the rock. Big enough for one. Someone skinny, someone not packin’...
Ivan wins rock-paper-scissors, hands down, he goes fair n'square (you're pretty good once you actually play... damn it) I think I got enough juice...
Guess it's a good thing we didn't all run for it, that thing was on me in a second... damn... y'know, she actually healed me. Before she... well....
@Temperance ? ... ... Oh, hell.
Sacrifice? Huh?
013 / 118 Each breath was physical labor, as taxing as high altitude. Destiny had long grown used to the dank, sour stench of sulfur wafting...
CYCLE 6 (Fracture) d100
