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"Clear the gunwales and ready the corvus!" Argalio shouts, keeping a keen eye on the activties around him. The sea was swelling gently in stark contrast to the flurry of motion on the deck of the ships. As the fatman rubbed the magic ointment over his nearly naked grotuesqly obese form, he...

The shock of the icecold seawater brought her back to consciousness once again. The stinging in the manyburns given to her, was only augmented by the saltiness of the water. The fatman was again standing on one of her limbs, his great weight already starting to make her joints crackle and pop. With ...

As some of you know, I am writing an Illarion based story. It can be found in RPG:Under darkness on the Forum Boards. Some of you may find it confusing at first, but just let me say, all questions, ((well, most of them anyway) will be answered. PLEASE! Do not, :evil: 1. post replies to the content. ...

An acrid odor was the first thing she was aware of. As she opened her eyes, the dim torchlight gave her an ankle high view of her surroundings. There was a single torch somewhere on the wall abover her. She could tell from the flickering light, that this was a place of torture. Various instruments w...

As the mighty slaving ship pulls into the harbor, smoke can still be seen rising from the torn city of Aberon. The place had been reduced to not much more than rubble, and it was easy to see the few Orkish guards posted here and there, because of the lack of a standing structure anywhere. Argalio m...

Fog and the smell of the sea fills the air as the group prepares to board the small boat. Only a faint moon, leaves any light at all. Cloaked figures move about, loading heavy bags into the craft. Seagulls can be heard in the distance, their calls unusual for this time of night. Something in the wa...