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Books

Fantasy

One of my favourite and most enjoyed things when growing up was reading fantasy stories. I’m forever thankful to my mom who brought me those books and helped me fall in love with reading – and reading is still following my life to this day, helping me cope with hardships, as well as is a […]

Storytelling

The Cold

Fjalarr woke that day after a terrible night’s sleep – much like many before, too many he thought. He sat up, thinking about the stressful months.. Or is it a year by now? Hard to tell, as life in his hometown, the underground halls of Khog has been quite different from when he was just […]

Dungeons & Dragons

Rinn, the arcane trickster

I remember little from when I was a boy, many many years ago. Never knew my parents and the only semblance of family I had was a group of children “employed” by Lemm – a swindler, an abuser, a thief. We all were first taught and then forced to steal for him, spy on his […]

Storytelling

Sometimes I was a great warrior…

Sometimes I was a great warrior. I would walk into the battlefield and with a flurry of axe swings kill my mortal enemies. Or I would venture into dungeons to fight great evil hidden within – and enjoy the spoils after such endeavours. I was not a noob like the others – those who were […]

Dungeons & Dragons

The Gith

It seemed the adventurers were strong – two powerful frontliners, the silver scaled paladin Shamack and the lumbering minotaur barbarian Karr, eagle-eyed Odrich, who peppered enemies with arrows or crossbows, the newly joined healer Melisa & the ever dodgy no-one-knows-his-source-of-power warlock Azure. Fyf was also hiding somewhere. No one saw him since. Yet after leaving […]

Storytelling

The cell

It’s damn cold. Been here for.. I’m not even sure how long. Tried scratching the walls with something to mark the passing of days, but what’s the point. Eventually, it will work out. I smirk, a tiny bit, on the corner of my lips. The guard, who has been watching me this last shift, turns […]

Dungeons & Dragons

Daktaras

Mano veikėjo istorija Petro žaidimui. /// Rytas. 6:00. Ta kasdienė rutina jam pabodo, įkyrėjo iki gyvo kaulo (na, bent čia bėdos nėra, profesiniai ypatumai). “Po velniais..! – kaskart rikteli nuskambėjus žadintuvui. – Kodėl sumeistravau šį pragaro įnagį..” Persiverčia ant vieno šono, ant kito. Kažkur seniai skaitė, kad meditacija gali padėti sukontroliuoti belakstančias mintis, tad akimirką […]