Recent content by Uzama

Uzama's head cleared a little, the heat of his own fire warming his blood. The bitter tang of his own venom still coated the inside of his mouth, and he worked his tongue in a futile effort to wash it out. "I...what?" he said as his thoughts came back to him. His eyes drifted over to the fire...

Uzama danced. Though, to tell the truth, it wasn't really a dance. It was more the lurching of an elephant who'd gotten into an open barrel of cactus wine before being dragged out for sale. He stomped over. And over. And over. Laughter bubbled up into a series of hearty, deep, resonating booms...

Uzama struggled to his feet. He swayed as he stood, his head swimming yet somehow crammed full of cotton balls. His back...his poor, abused back...felt like someone had tanned leather on it, and left it in the sun too long. He rotated at the waist, hoping to loosen the muscles. It didn't work...

Uzama trudged through the sand, his feet leaving deep furrows as he dragged them underneath. His tail hung limp, and his breathing came heavier and heavier, like a deep bellows. Looking down through the tower, his eyes could still only pick up the faintest hint of a floor two stories down...

If Uzama's veins hadn't congealed into sludge from the cold, he might have jumped up in shock at the sudden appearance of the robed figure. A figure of darkness silhouetted only barely by the starlight around her, she looked like some specter out of 8-year-old Uzama's nightmares, after his...

Unama gratefully wrapped the animal skin around him, feeling cold edge of the wind blunted as he did. Still slowed by the chill (and unlikely to get better, even with the skin), it took him a few moments to register the green skin of his new friend. An...orc? Huh... He favored the generous...

Uzama's eyes jerked away as the the voice (did it say its name was Grigog? And that someone else was here?) called out in the silence of the dead city. His eyes immediately shifted back, but it was too late. He'd lost track of the peculiar blur. Maybe I did imagine it... Or maybe this Grigor...

Uzama pulled back, a chill sending him shuddering. Cold winds, dark spirits He contemplated going back the way he'd come, and the great cat. He took another look. The city was a stark, desolate place, but the shadows that lurked under the arches and columns pooled like ponds of hellish ink...

"Alright now...lady? Are you a lady? Now I didn't mean to intrude on you, so do you think you'd just...let me go?" Uzama held out his big hands in a placating gesture towards the large, sand-colored cat snarling at him from atop the slab of ancient stone outside the Forbidden City. Twin...