Castles, dragons... callingallholy. You know, this place is beginning to feel quite like home.

All we need now's a princess, hm?

In the spirit of the occasion, let's do a head-count. I know some of our number have left us - who all remains?

Oh, ha ha.

This place is as like as not to drive a man to irritation.

For those of you taking the wishing up on its offer, do be careful how you phrase it, hm?

A grounded skycity, an invasion of cactoids, and the loss of all my earthly possessions for the second time in as many weeks ( Read more... )

Fortune does seem wont to favour the bold, doesn't she? It seems the ground in this quaint little village holds more than mere trinkets. Why anyone would think to bury a perfectly good revolver is beyond me, but their loss is very much my gain. Wrested raiments indeed ( Read more... )

Well, this little incursion certainly puts a damper on breaking the morning's fast. Nothing quite like sitting down to some decent fare only to have it disappear before your eyes, eh? Haven't had that happen since last I shared a meal with a Bangaa.

Fran. I fancy you've been absconded as well? No sign of the Strahl, then?