Grim Views

Frya spills some red wine on the floorboards as she sways drunkenly over towards the circle.  It seems she drank more than she did anything else these days and her normally immaculate robes were stained and rumpled as she offered a wide lipped leer, "Is it story time?" she asked breathless...

Awesome!

I don't get it.

Definitely a must-see movie.

Were you here for this demo live?

http://sloan.stanford.edu/mousesite/1968Demo.html

Wine dribbling down the front of her robes, smeared with jeweled-ring adorned fingers the Mage was having a helluva time. She loved to laugh and laugh and laugh.  No matter how the rest of the Grim looked at her she couldn't get enough of it.  Couldn't get enough drink, staring, feeling. Carving up ...

Nothing enlightening really.  Just some people who draw preconceived perceptions of the reality they have their characters living in and not wishing to change ... compared to people who are eager for a new twist or angle into something becoming more fleshed out for inclusions sake.  Neither camp is ...

It is a wide corridor with many doors and shadowed archways along its length. The distance is starkly defined, well lit and clear however much further than the eye can see and the manner of its clarity will be argued for all the days of your calculated years. Your feet can tread the distance for as ...

Can't seem to massage the URL either. Bummah.

Awesome +1

(( I am a bit of a nazi when it comes to reading. I stop when I see repeated spelling errors.  So a suggestion from me would be spellcheck. ))

I am still at work at that time frame.  But sounds interesting. I hope it goes well.

With each defeat the whispers had grown louder, bolder, echoing in her mind with the unforgiving clanging resonance of hammer on anvil. 'Fail' they said victoriously in a multitude of whispers interspersed with maddening cackles and sibilent jeers and 'Fail again' they crowed with glee.  They had mu...

A gurgling and sloshing ever present burble made up the droning repetetive sounds emitted by the watery summoned being and it seemed to be constantly in Frya's presence these days.  The babbling brook, crashing waves and storming seas all reverberated dully within the language of the elemental which...

One might wonder how long she had been drinking. Whether there had been any breaks taken in between the steady rotation of imbibing from the flask, ensuring it was full by topping it up at any nearby tavern and taking another draught before teleporting off to another destination.  She always seemed ...