Recent content by Lowell DuBois

“I don’t know if theft warrants murder, but torture certainly does if we’re going by my moral playbook.” He looked curiously at the woman, studying her. “Killing is dirty, no matter how you do it. There will be blood, unless you’re a fan of poison, in which case the deaths can be infinitely more...

Elodie’s inquiry caught Lowell off guard. A thousand bells and red flags fired off in his mind. Was this woman after him? He took a look at his mead. He hadn’t been poisoned, or at least succumbed to the effects of the poison yet. If he had been poisoned, he was probably as good as dead. Might...

“Ah, so you were once a fellow, what did you call it?” He paused for emphasis. “Oh yes, ‘a creature in need of help,’” Lowell appeared quite amused with his comment, given how he had to stifle his own laugh. Regardless, when she explained the naming of the inn, he couldn’t help but to guffaw at...

A woman’s voice interrupted Lowell’s befuddlement as she appeared beside him, and he sensed a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Before he could speak, she turned her attention to the bartender, inquiring about the inn’s name and simultaneously providing the dwarven innkeeper’s appellation. Lowell...

Lowell had spent much of the day traveling. Having taken up camp outside of Alliria in the thinning trees where Falwood met the Aberresai Savannah, he had accumulated quite a few pelts to sell to the tanners and leatherworkers, but also quite a bit of meat. Rabbits and squirrels typically did...