The Things They Take

The door was unlocked when I reached it, behind the tall grass and tangled vines. Well… Unlocked isn’t the word. It was hanging open. The storm door was gone altogether.  I stepped through it into the kitchen. The ceiling tiles had started coming down. That figures. They had been stained from a leak even when…

Aetherstorm – VIII

Two disheveled humans and an elf adorned with shining golden armor made an odd party, but nonetheless, that is the group that found themselves marching into Galgol two days after their encounter with the Gal’Areau. In that time, Luca had learned that not all elves were stuck up, entitled brats, at least their prince wasn’t.…