In which I redo everything.
T'kk'tck stared at the small crumpled paper in his hand. They were deep in a forgotten corner of a wizard's personal demiplane of shadow and had been surviving off of what few rats and snakes they'd been able to find and catch. The water was half soot and half liquid and tasted like tar. He had… Continue reading T’kk’tck finds a note.
On grief, death and the aftermath.