Recent content by Sharon Trask

Sharon looked around the hallway they were in. In spite of the storm and creepy vibe it was a rather comfortable looking place. "Have you seen Flint yet? We should stick together, who knows what the dream demon will try first." The false Ras shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine, perhaps we...

As she had said, she suspected that it was something about him that attracted the dream demon, caused it to show itself and begin this wild chase. She smiled in spite of herself... It was a good kiss and she couldn't wait for more. His hand on her shoulder was reassuring and she laced her...

Sharon listened and bit her lip thoughtfully, "I don't like fighting on my enemies home turf... We'll likely be at a complete disadvantage... I don't know much about dreams, but I imagine that a dream demon could make us dream whatever it wants us to dream... And once we're in its dream it could...

She understood that, and really she didn't care about those people either... She really just wanted to apologize for herself, because not only did she understand harsh judgement but she didn't want to become one of those ignorant people... Especially if she wanted him to sleep with her, but...

"Fuck... Sounds like a demon alright... Powerful one too if it could visually manifest itself." She looked to the spot where the axe was embedded into the wall. She was about to reassure him when the growing audience called him out on his tattoo. She'd noticed it but her eyes simply glazed over...

She nodded, making eye contact with Ras as he turned to face her. "Mhm... Was nearly the end of me in the streets of Elbion..." She smirked as well and chuckled as he moved in, "More than enough to keep us exploring all night!" She sighed into the kiss and returned it with equal passion, he...

Sharon scoffed, "If I were to ever live to retirement I'd find a man that doesn't find trouble and settle down. But I'm a long ways from settling down." "Doubtful I could kick your ass, maybe make you break a sweat... Or I'll just slap it and call it sexy." She smiled and nibbled his ear, "At...

When Ras opened the door Sharon was leaning against the doorframe, letting him get a good look at her. She was pleasantly surprised to see him shirtless and was especially pleased to see that he possessed a myriad of sexy scars of his own all over his torso. She smiled warmly as she invited...

It felt good to wash herself, a downpour filtering through the forest canopy wasn't exactly a clean shower. She laid her clothes out to dry and found a towel to dry herself off. She too examined herself in the mirror after weeks of only her reflection in lakes, streams and puddles. Her warriors...

Sharon watched the big guy purchase a room for the evening and then go over to chat with Flint. She shrugged, she was too tired and not drunk enough to stick around. She was going to get nice and personal with a wash cloth before deciding whether or not to show up at Ras' room in a towel. She...

Of course it's all real, if you've seen witches and goblins in the forests and dragons burning across the skies then there was no doubt in Sharon's mind that demons were real... I mean, with the events of Pandemonium and other documented attacks made by these extra-planar beings you just can't...

She raised her eyebrows and and pointed to Ras, "Now that would be quite the conversation starter!" She grinned at Flint, "Come one, come all! Flint the magical barber with steady hands! He'll trim your top, treat your ills, and entertain you with a magical sideshow all for a modest fee!" She...

Sharon chose to ignore the grumblings of the other patrons, the storm, her lack of liquid entertainment, and her wet clothes. These two gentlemen were far more interesting, especially because of their own visitor status. A charmer she was, in some cases the life of the party, thus the name...

Sharon glanced back at the two drunks and shook her head as she sat down with a grimace. "Like I said, I like 'good' scenery." Her grimace turned to a wry smile as she gave the two men her full attention and gave the barber a playfully unsubtle wink. She slammed back the last of her ale and set...

A bandoleer full of weapons and a mostly empty table besides one other person was difficult to miss. Taking another swig of her ale she pushed off from the bar and began weaving her way across the room, around tables of drunken revelers, over a passed out lightweight on the floor, and past a...