Posts Tagged “Friday Fiction”
The story so far: After the debacle at Wrathgate, and the youngsters of Old Town turned a game of Orcs and Humans into Riders and Watch, SI:7 took an opportunity to crush Tarquin Ap Danwyrth’s mostly civilized bastards out. They did so by putting the squeeze on the Riders and their allies, going so far [...]
A story of how Threnn prepared for the fight against Arthas and the Lich King “I need you to hold onto this for me.” Threnn slid the box across the counter and watched the Bells’ eyebrows raise. Robert picked it up and rubbed his thumb across the smooth-polished surface. “This is one of ours, Threnny.” [...]
((Something a little light-hearted for you lot. Enjoy!)) She didn’t insult him with a key. The unfortunate part of it was, The Hero’s Welcome had recently changed its locks, taking the profits they were raking in from an influx of adventurers (and perhaps thanks in no small part to an increase in patronage by the [...]
((This is the first part of a collaboration between Tarquin’s player and myself. What do criminals do when they go on vacation? It was suggested to Tarquin that he needed to take some time off and regain his balance — though his interpretation is probably very different from what Alishe had in mind when she [...]
Anna has (or will have) a story up, based on the Shakedown Story Idea post from a few weeks back. Be fore-warned: This story is more awesome than legal in certain States (I’m looking at you, Utah).
((I wrote this for Bricu last year, but I can’t remember if I ever posted it anywhere. Happy Winter Veil to all!)) Dalaran was covered in lights. Threnn was tired of the cold, tired of the snow, but here, with the reds and blues and greens reflecting from every window, she didn’t mind it so [...]
((A silly conversation with the Nekkid Cow about two very different Mervyns — the Sherriff of Rottingham to him, the Pumpkinhead to me –lead me to the realization that you could, if you wanted to, roll a Merv Pumpkinhead in WoW. All it would take would be a staff-wielding Forsaken (for the Farmer’s Broom from [...]
((In Anna’s comment thread about how our characters deal with grief and hard times, I mentioned that Annalea’s been a bit…self-destructive recently. A discussion with Tarquin about how Tarq and Annalea are handling their current situations (or not-handling, perhaps) prompted him to write this amazing post. “Just For One Night” is a companion to Tarq’s [...]
This is an old Bricu, written for another Rider. The Pig and Whistle was long since closed, but two stayed behind sipping at drinks. Bricu nursed his tea while Ceil sipped at her bourbon. The two hadn’t spoken since they got word–pamphlets, really–from the man who brought them together–Uthas the Plaguefather. After a few minutes [...]
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