Aer greeted her at the front door as she passed through it, paper in his hands. “Be careful out there.” She looked it over. Simple list of projected expenses. Good. She hated writing those. Strange taste on the air. Apprehension, perhaps. Excitement. Forlornness. Loneliness. The guild leader always left her so conflicted. Was it right … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 3: Lyn.)
Or, how Lyn got tired of waiting and remembered that she loved to dance. —— Lyn’s room was a simple affair. A shield sat nestled against the far wall, emblem obliterated from decades of upkeep. All of the equipment one could possibly need to maintain weapons were strewn about, sharpening tools, oil, polish. The guild … Read moreGuildmaster’s Guidance (Part 2, Lyn)
“You know you can’t stay here,” the woman said. Silver hair rimmed with purple highlights draped over her shoulders. “I can’t let you stay here.” Saniss had never been subtle about her alternate forms. She took no pleasure in the art of the craft; the subtle twist of the weave. It’d always annoyed Aeronis. “You … Read more[WP] You are a dragon. The other dragons despise you, because they say you have no real hoard. You always change your shape to look like a man, and you are a guild master of an adventurer’s guild. The other dragons are WRONG. This guild, these people, THEY are your hoard.