Beryl and Perrin look at the massive sun bleached notice board outside of the New Salt tavern. The Dirty Water Gang, falling on hard times, as usual, couldn't be too picky with where their next meal would come from.
Perrin coughs into his silk hankerchief then says, "Do we really want to be lab rats for some creepy alchemist, again? I can still smell colors..."
"Well," Beryl... [click here for more]
"You both realize this is crazy, right?" Leonie, the pirate ship's Quartermaster, shakes her head. Knowing her words are falling on deaf ears, the sea-elf prepares to board their latest prize. Intent on this "plan," the halfling monk Aida Quickstep smiles. She struggles to free her tied arm enough to give a thumbs-up to her fellow crewmates before the twang of a ballista sends... [click here for more]
"No, no, no. This can't be true," his hands are shaking. "No, please. Jiro?" The hallway around them weeps a sour liquid, like the belly of some enormous creature. Olan's lantern sputters and flickers in the dark, but he can see Jiro clearly enough - even if he can't believe what he's seeing. Jiro's leather gloves are split, with sharp barbs of bone piercing from his unbelievably long fingers. "Jiro!"... [click here for more]