The ogre’s neck snapped with a wet crack, and Xerxia let its corpse fall to the ground as she raised her hands in triumph. Her followers cheered and screamed her name, and the cultists approached and bowed.“A fine kill,” one said. “The Horned Lady is pleased by your prowess, and offers you the next step toward greatness.” The other knelt and slit the ogre’s throat with a dagger, catching the leaking blood in a shallow bowl.The cultists had shown up at the brigands’ camp

Zylralei set down her quill, stood up, and stretched. The sun shone in through here window; it was morning already? Quite late in the morning, by the height of it. She suddenly realised she was extremely hungry – she was quite sure she’d had something for dinner last night, but breakfast had clearly been overlooked while there was history to study.
After filing away her notes she arranged a stack of parchment next to her newly completed chapter and tapped her amanuensis quill, which

“Bai?”






Bai looked up from her meal to see a half-elf approaching her, peering at her face to match to an uncertain memory. The gentle purple glow of the other woman’s eyes was unmistakable.






“Syllin! How are you? Sit down, sit down,” Bai insisted, patting the bench n

Odessa put down her rolling pin when she heard the pleasant chime echo through her kitchen. It had been a worthwhile addition to the wards on the door, she thought, so much less irritating than people knocking. She opened the door and smiled at the half-elf on the other side, giving the other woman a quick once over. The robes she wore were close-fitting, giving the matronly

tiefling

an excellent impression of her body, and Odes

Wild Harpy Chase






Kiran stepped into the Lounging Lamia and smiled as she sniffed the air. Wine, women and roasting meat, everything an inn should have. Being a Shadizari inn, there was a greater degree of overlap between the second and third items than usual, but that suited her just fine.






She

Witching Hour






Once upon a time, in a little village called Sweet Water, there lived a wicked witch. During the day she lived just the same as any of the village's women, save that she never took a wife. Most nights, too, she did nothing out of the ordinary. Some nights, though, she indulged her darker appetites

.

Duel Your Own Adventure






Odrai

sniffed the air. Yes, there is was. A whiff of smoke and rot was intruding on the usual forest scents. Drawing her sword, she left the path and followed her nose. It was only a brief walk until she found the first body.






The woman w

Spoils of War



Laughter and screams echoed in through the door of the throne room as the barbarians celebrated their victory. The city had fallen only an hour before but was already burning and the sack of the palace was well underway. Their chieftain, Taranis, smiled as she listened to her tribes’ revelry and turned back to the four figures suspended in their air between her allies.

Derrieres & Desserts






“Fine, fine, I’m coming,” Odessa sighed as she laid down her rolling pin and went to find out who was knocking on her door so early in the morning. The matronly tiefling’s tail lashed behind her as she undid the many locks on the bakery’s back door, sure that this was going to be a waste of her time.