Trick's Tales

  The queen sat on her bed, looking out at the smooth grey stone that covered the room. Although her bed had a canopy, it had the same stone minimalism as the rest of the room. Her honored guest waited expectantly next to her.

It was not every night, but it was enough nights.

The city is a vertical city, not a horizontal one. Everything slopes. Buildings look like cardboard boxes stacked haphazardly. The steep hills throughout don’t help. The weather stays nice year-round, but the bay is a site of grotesque tragedies, the details long since forgotten less because of time than collective disinterest.

 There once was an unlucky Lenian boy named Risa. Risa was born into a notorious crime family in Len. His mother had a gift for stoneworking and used it as a front for the rest of the family's crimes. His father broke in and out of Talis Jail not once, not twice, but three times. His older brother was the best poisonmaker in Len, and his twin sister was such a talker, a man with rubies for eyes gave her the rubies so that she would shut up.

The 10 foot were dangerous. They were feared. Some of them liked human women. Some human women liked them. Not many.

A level 1 puzzle adventure for pissing off murder hobos

Lucien had no sense of temporality. It was beyond him. He was 5’5 and overweight, and that was what mattered.