Night had fallen over the city of Melchor, and the stars shone over a frosty night. Winter was coming, and with it, a biting cold that turned the tips of Marigold’s fingers pink. She was staring up at the stars, wrapped up in her sleeping pack and two layers of clothes. The fire beside her was warm but not enough; the embers were slowly dying. Marigold sat up and pushed another log into it, poking it with a stick. The…
“Well, well, well!” the voice of Corbin boomed through the room. “I must say! I’m surprised to be back here again so soon! Although, I guess I shouldn’t be; you’re all incompetent enough that you couldn’t even go more than a month before I came back!” “Yeah, but if we’re so incompetent,” Aniko cried, “how come we beat you?!” Corbin laughed. “A mere accident! I expect it won’t ever happen again.” Even though Corbin was inhabiting the body of Clara,…
“H-how?” Colonel stuttered. “How is this here? Why are there more?!” Colonel was standing in a room filled with chaos. He had just been confronted by a device that was directly linked with what Colonel could only imagine was a dimension filled with death, destruction, and lots of people like Corbin. “Oh, uh, h-hey, Colonel!” Aniko waved nervously at him. “How ya been?” “How did you two even get here?!” Colonel shook his hands at them. Aniko and River at…
River was not liking the life of a monk. Not that she was a monk; that would several steps too far for her. No, she was just bored. The monks were actually pretty cool. When the party had shown up to the Monastery of Oghma, they were accepted with open arms. They all shared a pleasant room together; it was large and comfortable. There was ample room for everyone to have their own space–which, after the pirate ship, was more…
When Aniko woke, a small patch of sunlight was streaming through the small port window. She stretched, and looked over at the other beds. Spoons was still asleep, curled under the piles of blankets Marigold had insisted on adding on top of him. Marigold was also asleep, chewing her thumb. Salty was supposed to be watching Molly, but Aniko had a feeling he was out too. Her suspicions were confirmed when Aniko found Salty slumped against the prison door. Rolling…
(To the tune of “Here Comes Santa Claus”) Here comes Butterball Here comes Butterball Right down Butterball Lane She’s gonna kick you if you Steal fries from her plate First, she’ll befriend you Then, she’ll rob you Then, she’ll run away So hide your valuables and Say your prayers ‘Cause Butterball comes today Here comes Butterball Here comes Butterball Right down Butterball Lane She’s got a bag that’s filled with gold From boys and girls again If you hear those…
Every Who Down in Who-ville Like Christmas a lot… But River Who lived just north of Who-ville Did NOT! River hated Christmas! The Holiday season! Now, really, don’t ask why. Not a soul knew the reason. It might simply be that her shawl was too tight. It might simply be that she hated the lights. The real reason, however, that she was a rot, Was Santa broke into houses while River could not. But, Whatever the reason, Her shawl or…
They all ran. Salty was the first one to bolt. He wasn’t a good runner, so when Aniko followed suit, pulling Marigold behind her, she quickly surpassed him. Spoons was the last to go, barely escaping the fumbling hands of the meat-puppets that coasted silently behind them. Aniko didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t, really. Her tired mind was too overwhelmed to process anything she just saw, to make any sort of connection. All that was in her mind…
It had been two days since Spoons had been attacked. Two days since anyone had seen the strange dark thing. The storm had blown the whole boat off course by a week or so, and everyone had to settle down for a longer journey than had been expected. Colonel was still reeling from the fact that his party was left to deal with the slither-thing all by themselves. Everyone else seemed to be more or less convinced that they could…
“What?!” The group was struggling to move up the hallway with the boat rocking back and forth with each powerful wave. Black Molly was leading them, taking them back the same way they’d come to get to their cell. “How many times am I gonna have to tell your friend the same thing!” Black Molly growled angrily over the noise of the storm. “As many times as it takes it to sink in for him!” Aniko yelled back. “Sink in?!”…