By Kate Ghanston

Corwyn the Burgundy, a renowned necromancer, stepped into the hall. The assemblage of men and dwarves stopped their conversations and looked up at him.

“Gentle folk,” Corwyn addressed the crowd, “you are all here because you have been selected for the privilege of constructing my home.”

A murmur of assent washed across the room.

Corwyn continued, “To continue on this assignment, and the accompanying pay differential, you must also gain my approval. To gain that approval you must sign a confidentiality agreement.”

Before any could interrupt, he pressed on, “I do not wish to impugn anyone’s honor or imply that anyone is untrustworthy but I cannot treat some individuals differently from the rest so you will all be treated the same.”

By Theodoxus

“So, there we were, surrounded by millions of orcs, all chanting their bloodthirsty gods names, holding up their crude weapons, covered in dried blood. Alton hugged me tighter and said…”

“Alex, Dude, that’s so not what happened, if you’re gonna tell the story of how we got here, you can’t embellish it”

“Damn it Alton, now the audience is gonna be all kinds of confused. Ok, I’ll start over.”