MonstrousMan

Dark Kindle (D&D Campaign)

The war cry fell mightily upon the fallen pine needles, whispering among the trees. There was very little movement from the scene ahead of the party, a stray bird flying between the branches and a finger of wind flipping the occasionally scrap of loose moss.

The drivers eyebrow was raised as he held the cart still, pulling his reigns against the horses driving legs, cutting the momentum short as the hill came close. Frowning he explained that either he can ride you the rest of the way, or he will turn around now and leave you to reach the outpost alone, without guidance from there onward.

Dark Kindle (D&D Campaign)

Don't think we have a orc in the party xD

@Iatos

@Rogue Colm

Dark Kindle (D&D Campaign)

@BurningDaisies@Iatos@Brithwyr@Rogue Colm

Dead?

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

@Polybius

The lore of Warcraft is similar to this, flesh and sinew was once soon as a disease.

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

Well we have the basic elements, then we have light and dark, nature and construct, life and death. Etc

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

@Raizin We make the world through Roleplay and creative conversation (Brainstorm/Thought/Imagination).

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

@Raizin Not this thread, but there may be one or two elements similar to the worlds D&D enthusiasts have made and this one :)

Dragons are overrated ;D

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

You want epic drama? We can do that!

@BurningDaisies

Olympic gold medal*

I'm not letting that by!

Creative Project Beta (Fantasy World)

Leonard knelt powerless before the glowing brazier, fresh incense rising from its bronze base. Above the fleeting flames, dancing in their own ashen and false bodies, the statue of Banan. The long curvature reaching towards him - the flesh peeled down from its peak as if to grab and pull you in. It was the golden Banaya of bountiful harvest, erected before him proudly by field workers of old, a rarely worshipped but prevalent God for all those that do not wish to feast upon spoilt fruit.

In his Banaya garment, sown together over a decade by all three of Leonard's wives, long may they rest, he curled up humbly upon his knees and bowed. As his head dipped so did the small blacked fingers of the many hundred Banaya's he wore. He was the first of his generation to pay full homage to Banan, and as such he hoped that he would be smiled up from above.

As he rose to his feet, a knee cracking like a stone beneath a wheel, he straightened. With one final muttering of 'Pot-as-ee-om', he flung his upper body forward, so that his Banaya tipped hood returned comfortably to his crown.

@banana

Salutations to all

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