MYO-3612: Irvyll

Purple grey smoke swirled stagnant in the air, it bellowed along the hallways and obscured the deeper recesses of the club. Very fitting for the booming bass that reverberated against the blackened brick walls and made Irvyll's heart skip a beat. This place was on his radar for almost a month. Rumours that the patrons of this specific club would be associated with a potential illegal betting group, one he was keen in doing a story on.   After peeling himself from the heavy fog,...

The feelings around the table were tense. In a game of B-uno, nobody was safe. Alliances were short lived and the chance to win was a skip or a plus two away. At this point in the game, the wealth was spread evenly and it could be anyone's game. Some hands though, were better equipped than other. Arrie was next, and she looked down at her cards with a longing to take her opponents down a peg.    "I'll play a skip. Sorry Jo-jo." Arrie teased Jousah as she placed down the green ...

The darkness that enveloped the room was not one of a late night, but was actually very early in the morning. The downpour that battered the windows blocked out any light in the cavern above that usually would have shown a nice orange rise. It was dreary to put it lightly. The streets below the apartment were empty, seldom a few buns unlucky enough to get stuck with working on a day like this.    Irvyll sat in the nook of the window. Sipping a cup of dark roast, and reading mi...

The great beast roared. It's hideous gnarled maw dripped with seething hunger for those that cause its rage. The unbound mage, the bloodthirsty knight, the savage barbarian, and the unflinching cleric. A party of ruthless adventurers that wouldn't stop until this beast was a trophy on their mantle.    "Are you guys ready?" Arrie called out to the rest of her party. "I have like, six more greater mana potions left and all of my skills are reset. So I can spam buffs and healing....