1. Rafi Winterstone was feeling good. It’s possible it had something to do with the Dragonsbreath Whiskey warming his belly on this cold Therran night. Or, it’s possible it was something else.Luck. Some nights, you just knew things were going to go your way. No, not luck, thought Rafi. Luck was too fickle a mistress… Continue reading Winterstone
Author: braelef
Ode to David
A gnome poem.
Spawn
Can a soul emerge from a soulless landscape?
Ghosts on the Sea
A lost soul remembers his calling.
Untitled Poem
A virtuous inspiration.
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