TF-Prompts

24 – Search the Ship Réz peeked out from her snow-white cloak to look through the sheet of ice as the men’s boat left the iceberg she was hidden in. The kobold waited until they all had their backs to her as they climbed onto the next incoming iceberg. Removing her warm, hooded, white cloak made from the-snow-dragon’s fur, she stuffed it under her leather armor. The brown would blend in better aboard the wooden ship. With a careful kick, the small sheet of ice that had served as her window out from the packed snow fell and she quietly emerged from her hiding place. Quickly replacing the ice chunk to re-cover the hole, the kobold climbed the ship’s anchor chain, working her way silently up to its port hole in the ship’s side. Réz paused to check her surroundings before entering. The men were all looking away, on their boats, another iceberg, or hidden by the overhang of the ship’s stern. No one was tending the anchor as she squeezed her way through the hole in the thick planks which

“All the times A gemstone chimes A kobold gets its wings!” Marzanna the Devastator woke alone in her great, gold-filled lair beneath her towering mountain in the center of her barren lands, with a hunger she did not recognize. Raising her head from the arum mass of coins, she inventoried her tremendous collection as it spilled from her massive, horned skull. The accumulation of almost a thousand years, her hoard covered the cavern’s floor, filling the smaller chambers and spilling into her personal apartment where it was deepest. It had been long since the red dragon had felt any kind of hunger at all. A grand wyrm of her power and size consumed mana from the earth itself and when she did eat, almost nothing went to waste. She needed no one and nothing - save the earth itself. Thanks to her great flames and powerful magic, nothing grew or lived for hundreds of miles around her barren mountains. No living thing had any reason to traverse those lands; all its mana fed only her, and