Arzoal looked at him. Tell them it is possible the followers of Artre have returned to our world. They will know what I speak of and they will come.So...th nodded and moved for the cavern mouth, springing into the air quickly.MJOLNIR'S HANDPORTSIDE LANDING BAYSangria watched him from the shadows of the weapons crates as he walked casually along the rows of fighters, the massive black dragon beside him.Watching them eat and laugh and interact had been something she would never forget. Belen had. The coincidence was remarkable in that the other spaceship also bore a vague resemblance to a submarine. Apparently, this was enough for the other ship to be willing to talk, since they assumed that we were also water-breathers because of the shape of our vessel.Quite a bit of information had been transferred when negotiations had to break off because Parrot Fish was running low on oxygen. Well, not really low, but they were down to the point where regulations said that they had to return to. A widow was returning to Gorgipest after visiting her family on Old Earth following the death of her much older husband. She had also needed to familiarise herself with her late husband's assets. They were of the same age. They were lonely. They spent the three months of the slow voyage from New London to Settlement together in the haze of lust or love of a torrid shipboard romance. They spent their last night in the "Excelsior" in Settlement before going their separate ways.Lt Strathlawn found. You have shoulder length red hair and freckles to match, though mostly faded due to taking care of your skin. You're fairly attractive, though single, and you have a B cup bust and a fit bubble butt. No one would ever really say you've got big assets but it's not like you're exactly a stick. You are kind of a nerd, or at least you were but now you don't have as much time to indulge in nerdy things. Except maybe once a week or two."Nat 20! It's a crit! He takes 69 damage!" You Scream. It was D&D.