Flo knew the magic words to interest me in almost any story idea were “I think we need a verse opener.” Frankly, the fact that “trolls” rhymes with “gnolls” had been striking me as some kind of missed opportunity for […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I can see the spirit of the original question: Madam Arfa might worry if someone other than herself had too much power and sway over the fortunes of her people. The Champion of the Fuzzy Peoples is an old title, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I could’ve sworn we did more than one of these with Auraugu, but I’m only seein’ the one. Maybe his outsize personality just looms larger than his actual record… Oh, no, wait, I’m probably thinking of the later one where […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This cultist… gnome-goblin, I think?… sure is confident in his abilities. “How could you, a being three or four times my size with muscle definition visible through the fur, possibly have defeated me, a blob of snot roughly the size […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Yyyyyeah, definitely nobody still in that army hospital. I’m sure. <Magda>Am I sarcassing correctly?</Magda> Regardless, I can’t hate the Champions, or even the Rebel army, for their jubilation in that fantastic semi-symmetrical final frame. (Even Goblaurence is very nearly smiling.) […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
