He had done it a hundred times, taken eyes. It was so easy by now, he rarely used a spoon or knife, but, with his own fingers, would pilfer those beautiful orbs from the skulls of the deceased...
The Master of Starlight, Player of Games; This Quizzical Fey knows Everyone's Names.
The Crystal Scholar is a feminine Quasi-Soul with a passion for knowledge.
Blonde is one cool dude.
"I pick your fleas, you pick mine. Well, that would be if either of us had fleas. Haha, right?"
"Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome."
Your Ultimate Source for all your Ooze Problems!
"One for you," He mumbled, pouring some rum onto his boots, "And a few gulps for me, and we’re off."
He took a large gulp from the bottle, put his boots on, and was out the door in a flash.
Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.
Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.
Soft, squeezable, and potentially deadly. Mallow is to be cuddled and feared!
"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.
Patrick Greenbottle was once a normal halfling with a love of potions. Now he has been transformed into something much more.
An quirky Gnome with little patience and much skill with a flame.
A simple flag, faded by time and sun, tattered and worn by untold years flying from the pole of a bannerman, passing hands from officer to officer, from one generation to another. It is a humble symbol of great importance, and greater inspiration to those who see it. Soldiers become heros filled with espirit de corps, enemies loose their nerve and fire. It is not an enchanted item, but a powerful item still...