Tails-Of-Infinium

"A- A dream? Are you crazy?" Pox was stunned. The imp must have hit his head when they arrived back in their world. "This is real life, triangles!" Alcor laughed, a harsh laugh, void of humour. "Seriously? Are you really going to keep up this charade? Why would I let someone close to me get kidnapped by a Gnargoyle again? I promised I wouldn't! Though, you'd know all about that, being figments of my imagination." The sisters looked at each other. "He's gone mad." Pox muttered to Tipp. "Completely, raving mad." Tipp didn't reply, looking back to the imp. He seemed rather impatient, as if he wanted to keep going, almost hopping from one foot to

    Zitep waited an entire day before venturing out to Coastilli to have a look around and see if there was anything worth stealing. He brought Biscuit with him, partly because he had done so well teaching Thares to steal that he wanted to repeat the attempt with the impressionable younger anarchist, and partly because he wanted to hear the whole thrilling tale of the battle that had taken place.    From all accounts, the combined team of adventurers had done spectacularly well holding Coppertail’s attention away from the extraction team sent after the princess, but then somehow he lost his super-rage-monster form, leading to his prop

    Jade wasn't fond of storms, but neither were they a serious annoyance. More irritating were the other adventurers holed up below deck while the crew battled the hurricane.    "And you call yourself a duelist," El Chance snickered, drawing a pile of Kheth's coins to his side of the table. "Another game to me, too-tall-pixie."    Kheth scowled. "I'm an arena duelist, not a gambler." He threw down his cards. "I'm done." The little wind pixie, Jasper, sighed in relief. "Oh, good. I don't think I could take it if Chance gets too many more wins."    "What can I say? I'm the gambling master."    Jade's antenna twitched. This sort of pointles

“Alright, everyone, I know you have ‘busy schedules’ but this is an important and irreplaceable opportunity to obtain rare cultural information from the lop nation.  I have assignments here for all those of you actually in attendance.” Ezelynn Tictovel, self-published writer and scholar, stood with her wings on her hips and a stack of paper levitating in front of her.  She surveyed the group of adventurers in front of her, nodded. “Ujina, Felice, Sve’uo.  Your assignment.” Ujina skipped forward and retrieved the page, as it floated toward her. “I’ll be taking the second, Dee and Zitep