Khthonia

 Oh, once upon a bonny sea, where sail me hail and hearties, where rivers to go to see distant shores and the world is a dead man's party... I sale with those who knows me, I knows, and we seek treasures forgotten, maps at the ready, cutlasses stead and a well deserved 'Ar-ar-aring'... Come answer the waves with sirens and caves, long lost memories and dreams, from depths below low, with sunken ships we will go, when the storms, they come a callin'... But fear not for me, I belong to the sea, and she, oh how she lurve me. Oh how, how, how she lurve me... Now come one dark night, lighting fire the sky, and me feet glued to the deck, saw I

Tribal mantra chanting. This is a thing unique to every tribe. Some even have ‘dialects’ based on regions. The most commonly know mantra is that of the Red Talon. The mournful call of the wolf to the moon may seem melodiously haunting to human ears, however the rest of nature knows what it is. A sound telling off to absolutely everything in hearing, twice if possible. By contrast, the simple cry of the fringe society dwelling Bone Gnawer conveys a different message. You can hear the sage desperation as the cry for successful relief echoes in the cold night air. Humans may interpret this to mean 'Oh, Shit!’, which in many ca

"No! You shall forever be Neo-Nate!" Susan howled. Nate, true to form, threw up deuces as he backed out of the room. "Master, I cannot see ~why~ you tolerate his disobedient ass." "He has his uses." "Surely they cannot be worth this," Susan sneered, motioning to a file thicker than the drawer trying to contain it. "Ah, yes. Tell me, apprentice of the third circle, what do you find objectionable?" Susan's voice dripped acid as she flipped through reports. "Oh, I don't know, how about the time the idiot threw a book of demonology into a portal to Hell?" "He did answer for that." "'I thought it was a portal to the trash dimension' is ~no

Hi. I'm David Paul Sparks and I was born in 1998 on Halloween. Look, don't make this weird, okay? What can I tell you about me? Lets see... I was born homid; that's wolf slang for human; and pretty much raised that way. I grew up in Bangkok until I was five, then moved to Quezon City for a while. When I was nine we moved to Martinique, and from there we went to Jersey City - culture shock from hell, let me tell you - and then Orlando, where I had my first change because if anything's going to do it, it's that place. After that my mom took me on trips to places like Los Angeles and Honolulu so I could refine my craft. She died when I was 16.

Traveler's Wanted: a Pathfinder Game. The Cast: Bunny: Dungeon Master/Story Teller. Rhiannon: Player of Elaine Amberflame: 1/2 elf paladin of Desna. Jeremy: Player of Alar Burnside: 1/2 elf monk. Mike: Player of Mishu Gutterbottom: halfling cleric of Serenrae. Rob: Player of Lint 'Max' Durchant: destined human sorcerer. NPC: Mr. Flufferbottom: corgi war mount. Continued from And So It Begins: Hour 3. Mike: (Rolls a natural 20 on a charisma check.) Bunny: The peasants gather around Mishu. Through conversation, they begin to tell tales of a cave filled with glittering riches that lays beyond the town. Many people have had something to

Luscious, Moon-faced deity Your light shines upon the world     in slivers           in orbs              in glistening radiance. Though a darkness backs your light,     reflection of a brighter celestial, You   are with out a doubt                  the very thought of a lover's sight. How sorrowful for you to remain above                  the touch of those adoring,                      beseeching you a moments bliss                             found only in your silver glow.                         And yet                     And yet Oh goddess how I see               your eyes,        your figure, your grace     in this, th

Traveler's Wanted: a Pathfinder Game. The Cast: Bunny: Dungeon Master/Story Teller. Rhiannon: Player of Elaine Amberflame: 1/2 elf paladin of Desna. Jeremy: Player of Alar Burnside: 1/2 elf monk. Mike: Player of Mishu Gutterbottom: halfling cleric of Serenrae. Rob: Player of Lint 'Max' Durchant: destined human sorcerer. NPC: Mr. Flufferbottom: corgi war mount. Continued from And so it Begins... (hour 2) Bunny: Alar's flint and tender are now very wet. They will not work. 'Max' remembers that back in the day royal humans had special places for their children so that they may be educated, play, and generally enjoy life. As the remains

Traveler's Wanted: a Pathfinder Game. The Cast: Bunny: Dungeon Master/Story Teller. Rhiannon: Player of Elaine Amberflame: 1/2 elf paladin of Desna. Jeremy: Player of Alar Burnside: 1/2 elf monk. Mike: Player of Mishu Gutterbottom: halfling cleric of Serenrae. Rob: Player of Lint 'Max' Durchant: destined human sorcerer. NPC: Mr. Flufferbottom: corgi war mount. Continued from And so it Begins... (hour 1) Bunny: This is the first time in the underdark that Alar has encountered wood. Jeremy: Alar must be close to the top... I use magic device! No, wait! I'll do a knowledge dungeoneering. (12 total.) Bunny: It's definitely wood. You're