A Very Dragon Christmas
Coming across the north pole in what is sure to become a timeless classic =p **a very dragon christmas** _by nemmy_ ------------------------------ twas the night before christmas, when a dragon set sail, drifting through icy clouds, dreaming of ale
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 3(.0)
Grev spoke before gulping down the entire mug of ale and refilling it. chris did the same and filled up both mugs, the froth boiling over the side. "do you think there will be more attempts?" chris asked.
Scales and Honor: Swirling Storm: Epilogue
She threw back her braided red hair and accidentally spilled some of her ale from her metal tankard onto her dark maroon vest. "ah..damned. i wasted some of me drink.." "shandalar could always summon you some more."
The Lead Crown, Ch 9.6, Malcom
The young buck copied the priest in laying a napkin across his lap as servers came by to provide them with water, milk, and a morning ale. once the hotel employees exited the room runs-on-air reached under the table and took hold of rhys' paw.
Souls Eternal Flame
"well nikoli, what can i get you, some human ales? or dragon's mead?" she asked. "i'll take some mead." answered nik. the dragoness nodded and left the bar and went into the room she came from.
Adventures in Misadventures Ch 1.
There was a meaty crack and the sticky thump of a face hitting ale covered floor. the last thing alrick felt, before fading into blackness, was a foot kicking into his side.
“The Khajiit and The Amulet of Divine Luck” A Story Inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
He figured the gods were not with him at all this night and decided to spend whatever was left of his wages in a bottle of strong nord ale or maybe 10 sceptims worth of skooma to help make him forget his hard luck.
The City
Bakhous aletank and his ale maker wife hekkogar strongbelly, she also decided to run the local inn for yer city hunter. she said making her ale didn'a keep her busy enough."
MINOTAUR UNIVERSITY: PART 1
He had used a mild enchantment discipline, but even when that wore off none of the neophytes would recognise him as rector has he was wearing a rather unostentatious summer suit, the likes of which one might wear to the races, or to sip a cool ale or tea beside
Ch. 14: Albrand, Village of Ideals
He snuck in to refill his flask during one of his patrols, and chugged an entire mug of ale before he left. he stumbled down the streets, not caring who may have saw him.
Nexus - Ch 9 - Comparing Notes
He ordered a straight ginger ale from the bartender before turning back to fanning. “i just wanted to say that i’m sorry for the fuck up, chief.
For Head of Stoat Guard
See other notable stanzas, written for humour and fandom for either side on my page: a ballad stanza - for head of stoat guard (to be sung hearty with a few ales) _your teeth will all rot, you ruddy redwall lot, _ _and,