RamblingBard

By first morning light, Sezarius had gathered all of his items from around the church. His dark robes collected patches of moss from his venture into the graveyard, bonemeal dust turned patches of the charcoal colored cloth to a cloudy gray. Even with such a dim light, he had the hood of his robes pulled up to cover his dark hair and shadow his face; only the barest bit of his pale, almost sickly, skin could be seen from under the shadows of the hood aside from the bony fingers on his gaunt hands. Alexander awaited the mage. With only the need to roll up his bedroll and repack it onto his mount, there was no long need to doddle. The white st

The night wore on, finding Sezarius tossing and turning more  than he liked. It had to do with the fact he had slept all day and he could feel the pull towards the graveyard, but with the paladin so close, he could not go. If he was to travel with a preacher of righteousness, then he needed to keep him as in the dark of where the majority of the powers can A tiny humanoid creature with green skin, a long barbed tail, spiky horns, and bat-like wings flew down from the rafters of the church where it had spent the day. The arms and legs - and, by extension, hands and feet - were long and slender, much longer than they should have been so the sp

It was a dump of a town, but it was my town nonetheless. Nothing left here but husks of buildings, dead or dying trees, and a graveyard full of minions. Yes, that's right, minions. During the day, when I had no real use for them, they would simply lie dead in their holes. I'd say waiting for my magic to breathe them awake, but the dead don't wait. It makes me wonder where the saying "no one is as patient as the dead" came from. As patient as the UNdead is more like it. Day always found me fast asleep, snuggled warmly under a rag of a blanket on a bench in the church. I liked the irony of it. No, I'm not evil, but I have no god. It's a nice t

Our adventure takes off with Flying Squirrel after she got an urgent call from the police commissioner, R. U. High, about a bank robbery. She desperately works at keeping the Rodent Copter in the air with all her might, not watching where she's going. Out of the blue, a tree comes and knocks her from the sky, landing her on her back and the Rodent Copter slightly broken. With what strength she could gather, our hero gathers herself and stands. "What an inconsiderate thing to do!" She screams in a childish voice. "Couldn't you see I was flying? I'm outraged at your behavior and demand an apology at once!" To her screams, she got no reply but

This is the Rodent Cave. It's filled with high-tech equipment such as that special ... thing ... over in the corner. It has many useful gadgets such as the Super Computer, which two of our four heroes seem to be using. The short one in the lavender and light blue spandex suit with the black silhouette of a gerbil on the lavender cape is none other than the leader of the Rodents, Super Gerbil. The one standing next to her wearing the green and purple spandex suit with the black silhouette of a ferret on the purple cape is none other than Super Gerbil's side kick, Muscular Ferret. The two seem to be working hard at something very important.

We come across the empty Rodent Cave as if it were a normal day. The cave is completely silent with the exception of the sounds of something being fixed. While we investigate the sounds' origin, we find Squeaking Mouse working on the Super Computer that happens to have a game of Solitaire stuck on the screen. Her practically mute mumbling, anywhere else, is magnified so we can hear her rants. "Stupid Super Gerbil and Muscular Ferret, always playing solitaire when I'm not around! If they were smarter, I wouldn't have this problem!" With a blink as she puts the finishing touches to repairing the Super Computer, she is hit by an idea. "

T'was a misty morn, from what I can recall, that fateful day that I left the simple life of a peasant to take up the steel of a warrior. I had been out chopping wood as the sun began to color the sky gold instead of gray. The cows were in their pasture, just starting to wake, and the roosters were just starting to sound. Perhaps it was something about the smell of the wind or the stillness that fell just after the sun peeked past the trees, but it was then that I felt a weight placed on my shoulders. I had no idea why that was, at the time. And looking back, I would not have chosen to act any different. As the mists began to part, I heard t