Historical
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 Frazier3 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 Falkenrath3 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 Monahan3 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 Briar3 years ago in Fiction
Burial party at Beckenham Parish Church
Parson William Hogarth stood under cover of the lychgate, awaiting the arrival of the body of dear departed brother Jeremiah Stodart with some foreboding. The family were known to the good people of the Kent hamlet of Beckenham as drunkards and ne’er-do-wells and the affair was as likely to end in an unholy debauch as it was to be a sober and somber interment. It did not help that the heavens had opened up, and the parson’s cassock was subjected to considerable muddy splashings from the wind blowing in the torrential rains.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
