Ego

I sipped my drink and, witohut looking at Ma'Lar, said "So am I." "I have wronged no one. Everything I have done, I have done in the name of Justice. ...

"Much appreciated," I told Ma'Lar, ordering an ale for myself. I slid a gold coin across the counter and waited patiently for the drink. "What should we do now?" I ...

"I hail from the Bloodplains....Bloodfire Keep." I told the gryphon. "Though I doubt one of your kind could reach it...there are no updrafts to glide on, and the distance is ...

hey, a decade for an elf is nothing--plus, he's a waywatcher, so he's used to being alone for long periods of time and wandering over the land he's been chosen ...

I removed my "Mark," then turned away from Croak. "You're free to go, unless my companions have questions for you." I sent them a look that implied they shouldn't. I ...

I stood my ground. "Forgive me for causing any problems, but my father was murdered recently. I'm here to find out why, who they are, and when I can kill ...

When Valin walked in with his hood still pulled up and his face covered, I made noindication that I knew him. I hoped he would take the hint and not ...

I pocketed the pouch as I glanced down at the bullwug. "If you don't mind, I prefer to keep a little collateral, just in case you have set me up," ...

I looked at the Paladin. "We can trust him. He won't do anything with my Mark on his hand. He's too afraid of the consequences." When he pointed over to ...

I agree...it's not elitist. It's a writing site, and therefor people are expected to WRITE...if people join a writing site intending to screw around...thats just silly. At YWS, we want ...

(we'll just say you did that as he was leaving, k?)

"Without your help, I fear we would have been lost," Marreck said the the Elven Lord. Felthyn nodded grimly. "The orcs are gaining power. They've set up a stronghold in ...

I held my chuckle until the bullywug was out of earshot. Turning to my allies, I pulled my gauntlet back on, fastening the leather straps that held it in place, ...

As Croak took Seraph's hand, a pulse of energy shot through the bullywug's arm. Slight pain throbbed at his palm, as if he had left his hand over a flame ...

The sight of Croak's frog face contorting into such an expression made me laugh. "I make no promises, bullywug," I grinned, once again that lion's smile. "If your friends are ...