As if things couldn’t get much worse, I was abducted from my ship by vikings over a pot of gold I perhaps — did steal — for the ever monstrous Dalic king. Stealing from the east vikings is far worse than say the pirates of the south strangley enough.
It was a dark cold gusty night in Rosser canyon, down old interstate 69 was a returning ol farmer. Out of nowhere a baby possum caught his eye causing his foot to reflex into the break pedal with haste stopping the beat up farm truck.
For centuries the vardainian tribe has fought the magma tribe. Neither have prevailed until the resurgence of the rightful king and guardian, tallow.
It’s been 3 years since we last looked in on Henry, from what we last know he made landfall with the others. What did Henry move on to do… well let’s have a look.
Thee Thnee was a small town of – goofy: bipedal: clicking furries, homely and inviting they wern’t when I walked through the wardrobe door. This world was unlike our own it was animated, there was a bakery pumping delicous smells, a grocer full of goods and furries. Down the way some was about 20 or so houses all different colors and shapes.
Cod was perched upon a lonely porch his mind roving to a distant land he’d dreamt up, though cod’s world is in shambles and his house is even as sorry. … Continue reading The Firn Family Curse
A gang of aero thieves tempt there biggest score yet.