Grey
The dungeons of Cynon were dark and dank as any other, lit only by torches along the hall. Dust blanketed the stone floor, rats scurried about, and various insects clung in dark corners away from harm. A hooded figure glided silently down the entrance...
Decisions
"What shall we do, sire?" Atreyu barely heard the question, his mind racing as he recollected the events of late. The devious warlock Rencor who had somehow breached the doors of the royal palace was now jailed, due to be executed in an hour's time....
Interview with: Rod_Erich
"Alright, everyone, remember that this is a _group_ assignment! You're all responsible for finding your partners outside of class. Anyone who turns in solo work _will_ receive a failing grade! If you have any questions, talk to me before you leave." ...