"Oh, my son... like you wouldn't believe."
If the timid townsfolk recoil as you float past cloaked in a fog of swirling souls and clattering ravens, so be it.
If the timid townsfolk recoil as you float past cloaked in a fog of swirling souls and clattering ravens, so be it.
There's no such thing as luck. There is only hard work, preparation, cosmic chaos, and the old gods who slumber inside stars.
There's no such thing as luck. There is only hard work, preparation, cosmic chaos, and the old gods who slumber inside stars.
Somewhere out there is an old theater that needs a new ghost, or a crumbling castle that needs a new creature in the catacombs, chasing townsfolk away from the secrets buried within.
Somewhere out there is an old theater that needs a new ghost, or a crumbling castle that needs a new creature in the catacombs, chasing townsfolk away from the secrets buried within.
(Also dm me if you’d like a commission i have some availability coming up)
(Also dm me if you’d like a commission i have some availability coming up)
The world needs more daring archeologists with quick wits and dangerous fists, and more cozy cottage witches crafting spells by firelight in haunted forests.
The world needs more daring archeologists with quick wits and dangerous fists, and more cozy cottage witches crafting spells by firelight in haunted forests.