*Anduin addresses Guston* Well... I am even more unsure of taking a cursed of Chauntea into one of her blessed tombs. ... Baaah! Enter last if you must so that your curse does not effect the rest of … (View Post)

Yes. Regarding the unripe fruit. My eyes may not see so good, but young human lad with his milk teeth, telling me to go away and go back to bed, to pay respect to my family, in rhyme no less, ain't n… (View Post)

*The gnome pokes at the soil with a short staff from his rocky perch, before standing again.* I am Anduin. I demand to know your intentions. Are they respectful or are they dishonourable? And why do … (View Post)

*The face revealed is ancient. As crinkled as the bark of an old oak, and just as weatherbeaten. His head is a shock of fine white, that moves easily in the wind, with a life of its own. His white be… (View Post)

*The gnome, is cloaked in modest, brown, yet it is pinned together with a golden clasp. Beneath, is a deep red tunic, with yellow detailing, that could well be gold. Vaga notes however he seems to dr… (View Post)