Mershark and Tritonia at the Coral Market
This story flashes out some concepts from other, earlier parts of the Vale’s story like a bit of the world’s history and what it means to become more monster like. I hope you enjoy.
Thank you to Winrarphile and Yanon for helping with this.
Holly, Mint, and Visgali
“What’s my soul like then?”
“Eh, like an Ogress. Big, full of… hard stuff. Pulpy.” Visgali’s abyssal eyes were mesmerizing, but the comparison stung the bartender’s own pride. “You’re a stiff drink, but I need a- a-,” the nightgaunt’s eyelids lulled over as she drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.
Good Vibes
Clay rubbed his aching head as he tried to stand, but the fall down the pit rattled his senses something fierce. His bruised arms and battered legs were unsteady and weak as he struggled to loosen his backpack from his person. It was a great and painful effort to brace himself against the pit’s wall under the late afternoon daylight. He needed to take stock. “How long was I out?”





