Recent content by Milo Vox

Milo inhaled in big, gasping inhales, finally reaching the dragon’s back. He stood his full height, no longer hindered by the wound at his side – as, by miracle of his patron, it had healed. It was inherent to the nature of the Hidden Stone That Breaks All Hearts to endure. The paladin...

His focus had narrowed to a point, sharpened under the distant ache of muscle exhaustion, the imminent agony of the hole in his side. If asked later what it was like, Milo would likely not be able to recall – The arduous climb was noiseless, the only sights the casual acknowledgement of the...

The black ooze had been frozen, spiced, and now properly roasted, but still it stood in its way – blinking its eyes. Milo blinked right back. This was useless. Chaos continued to ensue around him. People crying out, desperately trying to flee the scene, only to recoil as they encountered the...

Milo grunted as the wave threw him up against the harbor bank, his hands and arms instinctively clinging to its edge even as the impact rocked the air from his lungs. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of water, wincing in response to a barrage of stimuli, too overwhelmed to suss out all...

- Port District “Omar al-Rashid?” The man looked up, peering at Milo through his own veil of stringy black stresses hanging before his face. He was working quickly, trying to tie down his cargo and minimize loss as he dared to make a hasty escape. Somewhere inside him, he felt he should...