His stomach was bubbling in a very uncomfortable manner, sending little rickety bits of electricity spiring through his old bones and male parts. The feeling left him with a strange, sticky sensation that he hadn't felt in years, and a wave of shame swept over him. When the woman pleaded to help her ...

He could have been lost for hours if it had not been for the feminine voice calling out for him. The distressed sound of her voice hastened his progress, but it also meant that he was unable to avoid obstacles in his path. When he finally emerged from the brush to find the girl, he had several ...

Thadvalddon was anything but graceful and light-footed. He stumbled through the forest like a drunken blind man. He nearly tripped over tree roots a good half dozen times. His loose-fitting clothing clung to shrubs and thorny bushes. Dried needles found their way inside his sandals. One low hanging ...

With the exception of a chill to the nightly breeze, it was rather pleasant outside. Thadvalddon could stand there for hours just taking it all in, that is until his knees started to ache from standing still too long and the chill finally seeped into his fingers making it hard for him to form a fist ...

Thadvalddon was old, even by elf standards. He had spent nearly two centuries bent over dusky old tomes that smelled of mold, mildew and decaying paper. He swore that he had spent enough time in the Great Library that he had learned all there was to know on any and every subject. It was true, he ...