Recent content by Dante Storta

Storta’s sour expression soured further as the little Drow paid him a back handed compliment. Through sheer willpower and grit alone, he bit his tongue. She’d sort of sided with him and that made it two… bloody hell The Commander was getting ready to speak. Dante scowled at Zathria, “You...

Storta took a drag on his pipe as Pettybrand sought confirmation. “As soon as you hand me my deposit you can count on me to be there, until then, I don’t work for you.” Dante wasn’t stupid and he didn’t. He hadn’t forgotten the shite Pettybrand had just tried to pull. He didn’t trust this...

Fear has a funny way of distorting everything. Dante was still squeezing the trigger on his crossbow over and over. His breathing was shallow and rapid, his eyes were so wide, that if they widened further they’d most likely fall out of his head. “STOP!” His head whipped toward The Queen...

Dante’s scowl deepened as the short Drow spoke. “Outflow sounds like a bad translation for sewer if you ask me…” he muttered, but he didn’t argue when the company started moving. They backtracked and as they did, Dante snagged another morsel off the worm before they made their way into the...

Storta listened carefully to Pettybrand. He didn’t miss the mention of a “Company” and he couldn’t’ help but absently glancing back inside the Mermaid’s Pearl where the three morons were sipping ale and licking their wounds. The one he’d hit, Lamphry, was still out of it, but was at least up...

Dante was just about to stop drop and roll, when the glint of steel flashed out. The Sellsword froze. His eyes wide and staring at The Queen. He swallowed, and as if on queue, his cloak fell from his shoulders, crumpling to the ground around his feet. His arms crossed over his chest as if trying...

Dante leaned against the wall, one leg propped up, and arms crossed over his chest. In the night his eyes were hidden under his cloak, but his ever present sneer still lingered. Deciding to capitalize on the change of scenery, he reached into his cloak and took out a pipe, he lit up and took a...

Just like any good time, this fight had shattered into chaos. The worm ate J’rell the man who wasn’t quite a man, the queen had taken that personally and took back what was hers. Dante blinked, for the first time in his life he wondered if he might be a touch out of his scope… Nah. That was...

Satisfied that no one else was going to try to stab or bash his head in at the present, Dante leaned back against the bar. He turned to the barkeep, “Sorry about the mug, mate, mind putting that on his tab?” The bartender grunted and Dante chose to assume that was an affirmative. He watched...

The conversation with the draconian was interrupted by a sudden stop. His mouth was half open as if about to say something when Vyx’aria’s withering gaze slipped across them. Once again his mouth was open to respond when the shuddering of the earth below them stopped him short. Confusion had...

Strota’s rhetorical words hung in the air for a beat before Pettybrand found his voice. The unmistakable quiver in his tone brought Dante more joy than it should have, but he didn’t have time to relish the moment. Fury had a funny way of ruining good plans. The overly eager goons rushed to...

Dante was the newest member of this edgy little cadre. He stood at the back and as his eyes magically acclimated to the dark, he couldn’t help but wonder if brooding was this cohort's general state of being. Now, he expected it from the drow, humans had been telling bedtime stories about the...

As Dante expected, Pettybrand backed off, but The Sellsword didn’t relax. Violence had rules when there were witnesses. So far, Pettybrand and his cadre had egged on the situation, they’d been pushing to goad him into an altercation and then point the finger when the law showed up, Dante hadn’t...

Dante’s expression never shifted. He wasn’t afraid of this blowhard, and he wasn’t afraid of his goons. The pomp and ceremony on display was exactly what one would expect from someone with no real power. They clung to the shreds of authority they could suckle from their betters and then spit...

Dante’s incredulity died on his tongue as a voice rose up from behind him. He didn’t turn to see where it came from, not yet, he was familiar with naysayers and doubters alike. He knew how he looked, and he knew he was too fresh faced in this city of magicians and soothsayers to warrant anything...