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In a swirl, the dragon grabbed their polymorph cloak, shrinking in size to an average humanoid. They did their best to avoid the glare of the wizard.
“That’s mine,” the wizard said.
“I don’t care,” the dragon, now more resembling a dragonborn, shot back.

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They reached for a small table and took a satchel of gold pieces.
“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back,” the wizard said.
“I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back later today,” they said, completing their collection task by grabbing another bag full of traveling… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

“Not much of a talker. I wonder, is this what your parents wanted for you? Well, not the ‘dead on an ash covered floor’ part, but the life of a city guard. It probably paid well. I bet they would have been thrilled. I can imagine your father and mother, so proud on the day you… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

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“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Glade said. He was looking down at the body of the boy he saved. The unconscious kid’s hands, face, and feet were burned. Glade had used his shield to try and protect them both from the dragon’s breath but it wasn’t quite enough. Glade… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

The city was a bit of a maze, with toppled buildings and debris making it hard to get around. The sun was getting close to setting, covering every corner in long shadows. The deeper she went, the more people she saw. Dirty, scared faces looked at her as she passed. A few mothers… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

He broke into her thoughts. “What’s your name?” he asked. His voice was light, higher than she expected but full of stern determination. Something about it carried a power she couldn't quite understand.
She thought about lying, about any name she could muster. No names came to… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

Lyle awoke with a start, sitting up from a nightmare. Everyone was dead, dying, burned by fire, a mighty beast laughing at their torment. He checked his face and it felt rough, wrong. His hands felt wrong. They were burned, not as badly as he had expected but still wrinkly and… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

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