enca boralaine

Cold, biting, rude that's what it's like to be awakened by a cold drop of water running down your forehead. Your crust-filled eyes snap open trying to adjust to the presence of light but find none because everything is pitch black including the puffs of dust floating through the moist dank...

"Release her! Now!" The sweating and tense elf tightened his grip on his crossbow readjusting his sights on the creature stepping towards the edge of the cliff a raging tide swallowing the jagged shore below. Stones sharp and true rose toward the sky their tips like sharpened blades as they...