Perfect setting, really
Perfect setting, really
She leant close, her breath warm, lips just lightly grazing my skin
“Damned if you do,” she whispered, “damned if you don’t… so, damn it, I shall”
That kiss, worth a thousand lifetimes
She leant close, her breath warm, lips just lightly grazing my skin
“Damned if you do,” she whispered, “damned if you don’t… so, damn it, I shall”
That kiss, worth a thousand lifetimes
As the Stave came into form, the suffering faded - as if the torture the metal underwent was pulling it from me.
As I quenched the iron, the pain was gone… leaving only the finished Stave and the Duergar’s brand of ownership upon my left forearm.
I wear it with pride to this day.
As the Stave came into form, the suffering faded - as if the torture the metal underwent was pulling it from me.
As I quenched the iron, the pain was gone… leaving only the finished Stave and the Duergar’s brand of ownership upon my left forearm.
I wear it with pride to this day.