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Chairs began to shift and screech in rapid succession as elders took to their feet on each side of the table. The murmurs had grown into a handful of...

Sibi hated speaking before the Moot. Individually, the Elders were pleasant - usually. All 24 of them, together in the same room and looking at you...

One Hour Later... Traveling back the way they came with expediency, Sibi and Serril returned to the Grove late in the afternoon. Serril was...

Sibi descended the last half-eroded length of the switchback leading down to their destination. Behind her, Serril negotiated his way down, making...

It would be necessary to cross the surging stream in order to make it to the north pass. However, the water was too deep and rushing too fast to...

"You'd better keep up, little brother." Sibi moved through the wild spaces of the Moonwood with long, confident, and quiet strides. To Serril's...

To any average working man, Hal's nuna and waffles were nothing special. The fried nuna had only just barely enough seasoning, and Hal could taste...

“Right. Renark,” the half-orc said, nodding in response to the first mate's keen gaze. He glanced at the ship behind Orion, her weathered hull...

There’s nothing quite like a well placed boot, Captain Zankoris always said. Orion Weathertop, first mate of The Sea Bitch, collared young Jon...

Three days later... Serril woke with a mission, getting dressed even before Pepper-Thief had cawed the sunrise. The rooster cocked his head in...

Sibi's middle shook with another quiet laugh. "It is what it is. It hasn't earned a true name." Serril nodded at that. Firbolgs had a strange...