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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BookTenTiger" data-source="post: 9767302" data-attributes="member: 6685541">Three sentences??? What luxury. I've boiled my writing down to one single sentence:As you peer through the narrow, stone-lined doorway, jostling each other for a prime position to see with your two eyes (except for Bronwick who, as we all know, lost his eye in the previous adventure to the arrow of a rather astute and dextrous goblin named Flynn who came from the village of Coldwax, known primarily for its exports of wax from Goliath Bees, a large and dangerous breed of insect whose honey is poisonous, and which causes terrible hallucinations of demonic figures (such as Gnarlgrot the Three-Pronged, general of the Spikehorn Warriors, infamous for their invasion of the City of Glass (which, as we remember from our previous adventure, isn't actually made of glass, but is known to be so vulnerable to invasion that it earned this fragile nickname (unlike Shell City, which is actually made of the shells of giant hermit crabs, and Mistopia, a legendary city of Air Elementals who use actual clouds as building materials, whipping up cumulus columns and long streets of cirris-stones, which do occasionally fall to the Earth, and wind up incorporated into the huts of ordinary peasants, who are unfortunately now cursed to spend the rest of their lives shrouded in fog (though this is not always a curse, as the constant fog-layer surrounding Three River Valley is what kept is safe from the dragon Emeralk, when she went raiding across the realm and searching for her lost egg, which had been stolen by a Halfling thief named....Oh, um...You see an orc standing in front of a pie.</blockquote>

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