The Dragon's Den

second wielder

  • I -> II

    “You are me.” That was the phrase that carried my disdain towards a man with no goal. A pirate with no regrets. He spoke them after drowning himself in ale, the poison of man’s inhibitions. I could barely hear him… Continue reading

  • II

    An arrow pierced the hull of the ship.  Within mere moments two more came flying from within the dense foliage lining the shore. I was able to avoid ‘em, thanks to the cursed blade’s influence. Couldn’t say the same for… Continue reading