Heart of Winter: DnD Game Lore
In most cities he is merely a bedtime story to frighten children. the malevolent dream of a curious flower. said to plan, plot and conceive many of the worlds ills for an unknown purpose.
Chapter XVII: I Won't Shed A Tear
Two puppy bottles followed, with kaeden's name taped on them, as well as his favorite bedtime story - just in case he needed a touch of home to help get him through.
The Dragon's Garden
By then, he already knew the tales his parents had told him as a child were more than bedtime stories. several people had disappeared in the garden and had never been found again.
His Rise, Terra IV: Forgotten Evil "Glimmering Dawn"
"can you tell me a bedtime story daddy please???" a young pup sat in the bed all tucked away for the night, patterns of gray, white, black, complemented by beautiful blond bouncy locks of hair.
HUNTED C8
Like a child stubbornly waiting for a bedtime story, he would not be satiated until he got his fill.
A Labor of Love
To the candelabra, the brightest object in the room, just as pretty as the day father had taken her to town and they had picked it out together, just for her, and they had read bedtime stories by its light. and she remembered it all.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 31
In the next, she saw her father telling her a bedtime story. she was unable to make out the words, but simply listening to the sound of his voice was enough for her. there was coughing and hacking and the cloying smell of blood and vomit.
Fateful Encounters!
Bulbasaur silently listened as max told him everything about his childhood, it was like a bedtime story to the little guy, he enjoyed every minute of it. "he sounds like you max."
Capital Value
_even as a child i never enjoyed sleeping. paluk told me her parents read bedtime stories when she was young, sang soft melodies and brought her warm things to drink. my own nurturers would recite the harvest policy until i was old enough to drink
Fatherhood, Resurrected
Stay in your room for now, and i'll read you a bedtime story when your mom and i are done. that is, if you aren't too old for that." "i like stories," olivia replied. roger smiled. "good. now stay in your room for now while the grown-ups talk, okay?"
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 31
In the next, she saw her father telling her a bedtime story. she was unable to make out the words, but simply listening to the sound of his voice was enough for her. there was coughing and hacking and the cloying smell of blood and vomit.
Sand and Blood, Part 2
So for years he became a legend, a terror that stalked across the badlands...a bedtime story you told your kids before you sent them to bed so they'd stay away from gangs when they grew up. "live a good life or the death god will snatch it away..."