The metallic fast-paced tunes of the fiddles, the flutes and the lutes took flight within The Drunkard’s Colic, coursing through the air to give the seedy tavern a surge of concentrated energy. It spread like wildfire amongst the merry patrons who gathered to the main floor like a turbulent wave, boisterously dancing and cheering to …
Tag: World Tree
Loot Mule – Prologue
“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”― H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu Under the gloaming and amongst the rocky slopes of the glacier-scoured wetlands, an upturned wagon lies partially submerged in the pulpy moss—its …
