A Family Meal

Every family will typically have a routine that is either daily or weekly wherein they gather together for dinner. This was certainly true in the von Slothjem household, which while it most definitively was not just any run-of-the-mill family nevertheless kept to its own traditions. One of those most closely treasured by the family was … Continue reading A Family Meal

Trey

Sitting alone on the dock along the harbor of Manfredonia, Trey sighed contentedly and watched the activity of the ships coming and going, longshoremen and stevedores loading and unloading cargo from faraway ports, and just the general chaotic mayhem of a city that was both vibrant and hardworking. Trey had always had a fondness for … Continue reading Trey

RSV Shadowborn

The Slothjemian spelljamming ship called the Shadowborn was a clean, fast, and dangerous vessel. She had served in combat against a number of opponents, most recently during the illithid incursions, somewhat ironic because the Shadowborn itself was originally an illithid warship. In recent years the Shadowborn was increasingly used to serve as a sort of … Continue reading RSV Shadowborn

Torgo (Part 3)

The Witch Queen normally used powerful illusions to project herself as a young, vibrant, and excruciatingly beautiful woman. This was because she wanted on general principle to be viewed with either desire or envy as it more easily enabled her to manipulate the mortals she had regular interactions with. Her most powerful illusion was one … Continue reading Torgo (Part 3)

Torgo (Part 2)

The fact that Torgo didn't have any satisfiable answers to any of the inquiries being made by his tormentors did not in any meaningful way deter them from their grisly duty. The Harbingers that had brought him to this festering dungeon had long ago departed to resume their patrols. Now it was the duty of … Continue reading Torgo (Part 2)

The Champion

Garstynnia the night hag entered the private chambers of Lord Verrat and as the doors closed behind her as if by an unseen force, she surveyed the scene before her. Lord Verrat himself sat in a high-backed dark oak chair with his foot up on a stool so that one of his servants could polish … Continue reading The Champion