It's always the creepy little kids
They came upon us suddenly, no sound preceding them until the splashing of their feet drew our eyes towards them. The wolf-things neither howled or snarled as they tore into our ranks.
The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy…
Bards and minstrels, if business is slow, will moonlight as freelance diplomats, couriers, or spies.
Ideas ( Society/ Organization ) | October 17, 2002 |