Recent content by Urchin

Urchin awoke in an unfamiliar room and let out a loud groan of pain. It wasn't unbearable pain, but the kind of aching pain that comes complete with a state of complete and utter exhaustion that no amount of sleep can satisfy. How long had he been asleep anyway? More importantly, where the hell...

Awesome! I keep saying there aren't enough villains on this site. Villains are fun, especially the headless ones. :)

Greetings strange giant bird/lion thingy... With... Teeth? Oh no. No, no, no. I'm sorry but you cannot have teeth and a beak. That is not how beaks work. You have to choose one.

Urchin was extremely pleased to have "outwitted" the poor unicorn. Indeed, he felt very, very clever and did not for a moment suspect that the creature was simply going easy on him. "No, sorry, it's a tree!" Urchin replied happily. "Ya know, 'cos when ya cut a tree down they got rings on the...

To Visha, Charity here. I would like you to know that Urchin very much appreciated the smiley face that you drew. He looked at it very happily for several minutes after your letter arrived, then he pointed to the words and asked me what all the weird, squiggly lines meant. (He particularly...

Greetings! Welcome to the site. We're all nice. You'll love it. :)

Urchin smiled and shook his head. "Nope, one more!"

"Oh..." Urchin said sadly. So, the little clock had actually died. Well, now he felt guilty. He wished he'd spent the whole ten minutes playing with it instead of toasting mallows. Well, too late to do anything about it now. "Well... Rest in peace little clock," the lad said as he picked the...

Urchin breathed a sigh of relief that the unicorn had guessed wrong, not even imagining that he already knew the answer and was just keeping him on his toes. "Nope!" the lad declared happily. "Two more guesses!"

"Oh no," Urchin said sadly, gently patting at the little clock to try and cheer it up. Didn't look like it had any effect though. "Ain't there nuthin' what we can do for Clock? Poor little guy. An' ya didn't even get ta eat a mallow." That said, clocks had no mouth with which to eat... In fact...

"Oh, I thought it were your turn," the lad replied. "Well, I guess I already got a whole bunch o riddles, so it's only fair. Uh, 'ang on a sec an' lemme think o' one." Urchin knew quite a few riddles, but they were all relatively easy, and he didn't particularly want to part with his name, so...

"Ya miss ya church?" Urchin asked curiously, sounding slightly surprised. "Well, I dun like 'em. Pushin' all their dumb rules on ya when yer just a kid an' too young ta understand what yer even talkin' 'bout. I dun reckon it's right. Yer much better than 'em stuffy old priests anyway. Ya got a...

As Eilerias lifted the lad's shirt to get a better look at the boy's injuries though, she would find the task a great deal more difficult than she had bargained for. Besides the expected sight of the blood drenched shirt and the scar where the assassin's blade had pierced his chest... It seemed...

"He were gonna 'urt ya!" Urchin objected. Obviously there was no denying that what Urchin had done was stupid. He had never used a weapon before in his life, and even pinned to the ground by a crazy shadow creature, Charity still had a better chance against the assassin than Urchin did. But that...

"Wait, ya can 'ave 'em in cookies?" Urchin asked, absolutely fascinated by the idea. "That's genius! Wonder 'ow come I ain't never seen 'em." Probably because it was a very upper class treat sold in establishments in which a ragged, bare-foot boy like himself was unlikely to be welcome...