With a loud *CLUNK* light began to fill the small subterranean room. A woman sat in the center of the room, bound and gagged, covered in no clothes at all. Her eyes began to flutter as consciousness returned to her. She looked around and began to panic, struggling to break free of her bonds. She began to quiet down when she heard footsteps moving towards her. Suddenly, a woman stepped into the light.
“Hello,” she said, “It’s good to see that you’ve finally awaken. I was starting to g

    

Anderson’s forge is a strange place. Anderson Smith, the namesake owner, caters to villains in dealing with meddlesome heroes more long-term. His dealings do extend beyond malevolent forces, but they are still his primary clientele. Customers are few and far between, but they pay a handsome price for both a neutralized adversary and a new, powerful weapon.



   

The Crimson Claw Mountains have always been a dangerous, wild place. Still, as the age of martial arts and spiritual cultivation has spread across the land, it was tamed somewhat. The beasts and mythical creatures that had ruled without question were defeated and pushed back, but unlike the plains below, the high mountains could never be truly conquered by man. Rare ingredients, rich in many varieties of spirit, could be found only in the red-tinged mountains, and so, despite the danger, or perh

    

Blanca

the white rabbit is an elusive figure. Few get the chance to see her, despite how many seek her out. It is said that whosoever manages to catch and eat her will gain immense luck for the rest of their life. Despite her keen eye for traps and supernatural agility keeping her out of harm’s way, she is still immensely thankful for the public regeneration system, especially on nights like this on