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Mostly a lurker. I haven’t developed any drawing skills, but I sometimes write a little. Mostly my contributions have been to entries in Nobodyman’s The Hungry Ninja interactive.

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“Congratulations!” Her sister’s—her usurper’s—smug aura mocked her. But the Brewmaster—the true Brewmaster—had fulfilled the doctor’s demands. She was still at her “normal” weight. She was “cured.” So she simply smiled and stepped off the scale. “This is certainly a weight off my shoulders!” “Ha! And not just your shoulders, either.” The usurper poked her now-trim waist. “Seriously, though, it’s a weight off mi

Part 1: The Return of the Brewmaster

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The Brewmaster felt time slow to a crawl. She felt her heart falling out of her ass. She had a vision of the guard cutting her open like a cocoa pod. She did not believe her newly acquired demonic coziness powers could block a sword propelled by an enraged guard. What had she been thinking? She was here precisely because the guard was the sort to poke his nose where it didn’t belong.“Pro?” The Brewmaster could feel her skin brushing against her sweater as her meal started waking up. Fo

The Brewmaster’s mind raced. It’d be much harder to get away with getting the guard once his party showed up. And for some reason the nerd was in the cellar too. Even if she could overpower the guard, the nerd would probably flee screaming, which would almost certainly summon a fight that would impede her digestion. And even if it didn’t, a human witness running free would defeat the whole purpose of coming to this godsforsaken island!Well, sometimes even the most decisive exec

“A war brewing and she’s still wasting my time with ‘magick’ and ‘demon’ trub.” The Brewmaster sighed and dumped Gothlin’s latest report in the burn bag. When she’d assigned her to Lantrum network, she’d thought she was getting the most annoyingly occult-obsessed goblin she’d ever had the misfortune of meeting out of her hair. Now she felt compelled to read every word of nonsense just in case Gothlin accidentally stumbled onto something u

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