art & doodles

“Locals call it the Wishing Tree,” explained Janek. “There are big festivals in the spring. We— they drink birch sap and make mead out of it. It’s supposed to be blessed by a saint who grants wishes.” “Huh. Is it?” Sasha asked with a smile, expecting Janek to wave it off as local superstition.  “I don’t know,” he said after a moment. “Come on.”

“How do I look?” Sasha asked, making a cute face.  “Devastating,” said Janek, completely sincerely. He pulled softly on their earlobe and Sasha blushed terribly. A wave of almost paralysing want rolled through them. 

Finders, Keepers Wandering a mysterious ruin, Milos finds an odd amulet that turns out to be more than just a pretty trinket. Pursued by a pair of warlocks, he must choose between a developing friendship and loyalty to his brother. But is he really in charge of his own fate – or did the amulet find him?

In a flash of eerie green, the dark, skeletal wraith of the Baron appeared, hovering above the smouldering remains. Its eyes glowed ominously as it bellowed: “Out of my home, thieves!” as it charged toward the witchers. 

The Drifter and the Swan was full of life that evening. Apparently, there was a travelling bard in town, and most of the little town of Dowbeck had gathered in the outdoor seating area to listen to him play the lute and sing ballads. 

Sasha had always been a bit of a loner, but Janek’s endless chattering and occasional bouts of singing were, surprisingly, a welcome break from the monotony of travel instead of an annoyance. Though, they could’ve done without the victorious crowing from Janek whenever he got them to laugh at a particularly stupid joke.

Sasha had always been a bit of a loner, but Janek’s endless chattering and occasional bouts of singing were, surprisingly, a welcome break from the monotony of travel instead of an annoyance. Though, they could’ve done without the victorious crowing from Janek whenever he got them to laugh at a particularly stupid joke.

There was a brazier sitting in the middle of the room. They lit it with a snap of their fingers. They should make as much light as possible, to make it more difficult to see in the shadows. As the brazier burst into light, a dark figure with wild red hair stepped into view beside a nearby pillar. She grinned, slow and satisfied.