Gawain led her back to his dwelling. While walking he tried to explain the concept of coinage and inflation. If she made infinite gems, those gems would be worthless even if they could pass as the real thing. Those in the know can also tell the difference in gem cleavage and cut between real and...
Gawain looked over his shoulder and offered the pedestrian a casual nod, then turned back to Elizabeth.
“Elizabeth the Witch, they might call you that if you flaunt this power in peoples faces. Mage craft in itself isn’t reason enough to arrest you. You might get in trouble for selling fake...
Gawain had a hard time trying to figure out why this girl was so motivated. He had only stepped a foot onto the beach when she jumped in his way and presented him with a handful of jewels. Where did she acquire these? This was some kind of trickery. Earlier that day she complained about not...
In the sunny seaport of Emerald City, a boat drifts lazily into shore. Full to the brim with refugees and stray travelers, this ship was coming into port. Lots of folks were talking about where they came from and who they were in one manner or another. One such traveler was a bald man dressed in...
If you're looking for more campaigns I can offer a few. I've got one that's a Castlevania adventure style game. I also play an open ended campaign set in a beautiful sea port town. Its got monsters and religious zealots. The last campaign i can whip up in a sec is about a demon invasion on...
The world first cybernetic organisms have been created, and come equipped with emotion matrixes designed for the robots benefit. The scientists believed that emotions would give the machines context for the world they inhabit.
Gen-1e or “Genie” as she likes to be called, is one such cyborg...
Gawain had a stern look in his eyes. He didn't seem too thrilled to be seeing Elizabeth again. "Oh, you want to help? I'm in need of a new job. Can you help with that?" He turned around and started walking back down the cobbestone hills. He got yelled at and had to clean the graffiti off the...
Detective Laurence Treck, a hard drinking man who can’t forget about the friends his lost during the war, He set out into Mystery City in the hopes he could find a way to put his own life back together the only way he knew how. The job and putting the puzzle together were all he had left tying...
“Wait! You could pass out again. I’m coming with you if you’re going to be this foolish!”
The desert heat beaded down on her head. The water given was necessary but it still felt like getting to town would be challenging.
Thankfully, she managed to make it to the nameless little village tucked...