Tuesday, February 28, 2017

100 Words a Day 1033

Morg directed the Mage Hand-held corpse onto his workbench. He strapped it down to prevent the tentacles from flailing about when he began extracting the poison sacs, which they had a tendency to do when the muscles were cut. After double-checking the restraints, he tied the herb-filled pouch across his mouth to protect him from inhaling any poison if he accidentally broke a sac.

After selecting a blade from the instruments rack, he carefully cut through the rubbery skin covering the first tentacle. Deep in the flesh he found the dark veins that moved the poison through the thing’s limbs.

Monday, February 27, 2017

100 Words a Day 1032

The robed acolyte shut the door behind Morg, who had already forgotten his silent guide. Morg stood still while his eyes ran wildly over the contents of the room. One wall was covered by books, more than he had ever seen in one place. There were arcane devices scattered all about and a work table festooned with what must have been alchemical ingredients. Near the books, there was an enormous chair with overstuffed cushions. On one side was a study table heaped with large tomes. On the other was a glob atop a wooden stand, carved like a coiled snake.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

100 Words a Day 1031

The metal beast lumbered across the battlefield, torso whirling and sending barbed chains whipping through the air. An unending wail issued from the thing’s misshapen head, sharing its torment with all who could hear. When it finally made contact with the enemy, it’s torturous drone was joined by a chorus of pain and fear.

The sounds of death sent a wave of glee through the living machine and it began striding forward, moving with purpose where before it had simply wandered, wanting nothing more than to add as many voices as possible to the concert of suffering it had begun.  

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

100 Words a Day 1030

The wealthiest inhabitants of the underground city lived in homes bored into the rock wall of the large cavern by the stone druids. Those who couldn’t command the services of a stone druid had their homes carved by hand from the rock. Despite their craftsmanship being admired across all the floating lands the duergar who lived in these homes covered their walls with tapestries woven from the tough fibers of underground plants, so inferior did they consider their own work to the shaping of the druids. The remaining inhabitants of the city dwelt in homes built from local quarry stone.