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Moss dived into the shrubbery.
He felt his chest convulsing as if his heart was trying to break free. The keeper’s breaths came in quick gasps. He wanted to scream but they were still close.
They wanted the scrips in his pockets. They wanted to pull him from the top of the board and burn him...
As the flames erupted out of the demon's mouth, Barnaby leapt behind his assistant. The TurtleDrake had activated his innate JadeShell ability. Turning his body into a glassy green stone. The explorer wasn’t afraid of the demonic fire, he was terrified. Not of the harm it could cause him, of...
Barnaby clapped his scaly hands together. “By the books, Torti. These primitives have better facilities than those wild streets you call home. We call that running water. Drink it all in, my friend, this is practically a holiday for you. But don’t forget your duties. I want full notes, real...
“Supa! Get ya Supa!” Ziggy, the kobold merchant, yelled in front of his stall. “Stamina for shifts! Need to fight a holy army of heroes? Got an evening with a succubus? Then sell your soul, all night long with Supa!”
Moss was intrigued. This was the potion heard about earlier. Each vial was...
Moss shot up, his head whipping around for an exit.
The AirGlyphs too far, we’ll never make it.
He grabbed his friends, urgently pulling them into Chow’s office. The panic on his face and his mad beckoning was enough to convince them not to argue. Moss took the lead, stepping between the broken...
“This is it.” Moss said. They were in the fog of the forest floor. A great place to get lost - or hide a secret entrance. A pathway led into the cliff face. Much smaller than the cave above where the keepers lived. Yet conveniently sized to fit one of Chow’s VanGuard gnolls.
“Makes you wonder...
After the desert’s sun, the cold air of the woods felt glorious. He’d raced across the entire floor, hoping to catch Sir Quetin. But failing due to shit short legs and stamina pool.
Couldn’t have picked a worse spot to rest.
The platform was heaving with dwellers. Howlers selling their produce...
The inquisitor slinked off the beaten path and through the mists. Soon leaving what little light was offered within the woods.
He was being watched and followed, but only because he allowed it. They kept their distance, aware of who he was.
Yet they lack respect for one of MY station. Those...
Dungeon Scrip: 61
Moss had made a small, keeper, fortune robbing the raiding party. He’d delivered all the HolyRelics to the specialised SailWagon. Its kobold attendant had been sleeping in the back. A nice spot considering how empty it was of HolyAura. Until Moss arrived.
The kobold had happily...
‘Serious vandalism reported. ScripPosts are no longer operational. See your nearest guard for shift pay. Warning: Gnolls weren’t trained to count scrips. They will punish the impatient.’ Pool’s axiom #743 - Herald of Truth
Moss waited in line for his work order.
Since none of his chainmates...
Kilma scowled. "I don't care what these younglings call themselves. They're Reapers."
Reapers, Moss thought. Is there more to my kind than we knew?
"Grind my claws! Stop acting like a fossil. We've obviously slept through a season or two. Certain things die and certain things live. It's...
As the painting entrance to Minor’s came into view, it became apparent, to Tink, that no one was getting in. A troop of gnolls were passing in and out of the PaintWay, while others stood watch beside it.
Tink pulled Lui back round the corner. “Bloody dogs, not seen them mobilise like this for a...
Tink stood in front of the entrance to his family’s wall. He wrung his leather coif and resisted reaching for Shifty. He never visited their corridor in case they spotted him. It hadn’t changed much, a few new cobwebs and some pitfalls were now left exposed. He could tell his brothers had made...
Moss followed the moth’s trail back inside.
Where it flew, motes of light remained that repelled the flaking bark of the grotesque tree. Working like the fountains water, and refreshing to the touch. The tree shuddered at its presence, repulsed by the teeny HiveSect which flitted through its...
Outside, its little candle head flickered over an open grave. His bleak mouth opened into a shout as a feeble arm pointed inside. It was the only bramble free site in the entire graveyard.
This grave hugged the ruin’s wall, nearest to the fountain and the hole. Moss could feel the damp grass...
Moss crumbled to the floor. His tiny body panting like a baby SongBird after its first flight.
He felt the ghoul, it’s eyes, it’s claws. So close to shredding him like the rest of those dwellers in the well.
The keeper trembled as he checked his cloak for stitches. An old habit of younglings...
Are you recording? Excellent.
Now, ensure you get every word. To the letter, you hear.
I’d hate to replace you, Torti. That would mean hiring another intern assistant for the third… no, fourth time this season. Which is far too much work, I can tell you. Had to have several meetings with my...
Moss skulked like a rogue through the Sixth floor. Technically he was at this stage. He’d skipped his shift and attended the Believers meeting. His only defence was the QuestGiver token.
I should probably check it’s not a fake. But triggering the symbol above his head was the opposite of...
BalKor split the old Furries chest open, prying back her ribs to claim the heart. As LeadClaw of the SunBacks, this was his right.
A rogue's heart isn't worthy of the wells.
He crushed it before his brethren. Their arms raised high in celebration, yet they remained silent.
BalKor bared his...
Chaos consumed the meeting as monsters tried to escape. More arrows flew through the darkness. Fired from the fungus at the trapped Believers. Bodies hit the hard stone, their masks falling off and tumbling over the side. Protecting nothing in their final moments.
The old monster collapsed next...