Requiring no assistance, and on the go, Abdel deftly dons his splint mail and helmet, winking slyly at the five chanters of Alaundo's prophecies as he glides past. (View Post)

Winthrop, the Inn's proprietor, turns to Abdel with a boisterous "My hotel's as clean as an elven arse!" (EDIT: Oops, forgot only one sentence. Disregard previous novella! :D ) (View Post)

Some computers are just a bit too personal, ya know? (View Post)

As long as the little clouds and the little trees are happy, who cares? (View Post)

Since Kara-Tur was originally intended to belong to western Oerik, I demand and submit that the Forgotten Realms stole their eastern realms from what should have been the rightful owner, Greyhawk. As… (View Post)