I have a second blog I am working on. I am writing stories about my D&D campaign.
Stories may be a bit silly or low brow. This is fantasy + humour.
The source - a towering mass of red curls and meaty muscle - was unique enough to give her pause, regardless of the storm. It was rare to see a truly honed and dedicated fighter, but something about the casual cant of the notched and pitted axes slung across the poor woman's back suggested that - when she wasn't vomitting - she could give any guard company of royal soldiers a run for their money....even if they were all attacking at once.