The flesh-merchant sat on the ground, half-covered in human waste. The whites of his eyes, wide with terror, shown through the brown, stinking filth. Blood flowed from a cut on his forehead into his left eye. He rifled through the polished baubles around his neck. As Sabit approached, he snatched forth the talisman of a … Read more
Sabit hauled the large clay pot filled with stinking human waste out from under the stone commode. She replaced it with a clean pot and wrapped a loop of rope around the flared lip of the full vessel. The rope trailed from a long, wooden pole with another matching, stinking pot at the other end. … Read more
I found this gem in the Wayback Machine, our first Indie Games Explosion at Dreamation 2005. https://web.archive.org/web/20041212115812/http://incarnadine.indie-rpgs.com:80/ige.html And the schedule grid, handmade by me in CorelDRAW: We offered 26 game sessions and 3 seminars. This year, for our 15th annual IGX, we’ll be offering well over 80 sessions, including some of those same games that … Read more
“I told him you were the lost princess of Kelmaars, called Masuura,” Qaansoole said, wiping the blood from Sabit’s lip. “You are fleeing from an arranged marriage to an ugly, vicious man. You have two rewards upon your head. One from your betrothed and one from your father. Heguir was delighted and dispatched emissaries to … Read more
“No wonder this feral cat refused to tell me her name,” Heguir chuckled after Qaansoole had said her piece about the warrior woman lying chained on the floor. “She will make me a tidy profit. The gold shall be a balm to my wounds she inflicted, as will the knowledge that she is delivered to … Read more