“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura, though. Or the eyes. Cold. Icy blue, like the frozen B’hira wastes. Zoznazz tried avoiding the eyes, staring toward the broad maw of the planetoid’s…
Brody says, “Welcome. So, you want to know something about MUSHing, eh?” Zu perches on Guest2′s shoulder. Guest2 says, “Litar says I do, so probably.” Lilihierax says, “Litar knows best, honestly.” Guest2 says, “Oh no.. don’t swell her ego.. That’s my job.” Vadim tags Li out to lower spam. Brody grins. “I declared Litar hero…
This workspace is an upstairs office with two windows overlooking the yard and the tranquil tree-lined street. It has pale beige walls, a hardwood floor with a decorative oriental rug, a 5-shelf bookcase packed with RPG rulebooks, sci-fi and fantasy novels, and non-fiction. Several corkboard panels are affixed to the wall left of one window,…
