ZILLAH Trees. The stream wending silent on my left. My companions spread out in front of me, talking in low voices, stepping on twigs. This is all I see. All I hear. They are making tough going of it, but I donโt care. I donโt care that none of them are likely to see the … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: The fireball and the goblin chief
D&D Chronicles: The fireball and the goblin chief