From a distance, Cordelia Brimsnout looked like a perfectly normal attractive young girl.Up close, she was anything but - her bronzed skin had the sleek textureof snake scales and her fingertips ended in wickedly curved claws.
Janet, an owl-woman, and Moggin, a briar-troll, brought death to the essence-furnaces on the eve of their daughter's birthday.Moggin, his mule's tail tied in a careful elf-knot, wasn't carrying the death very well. He was keeping it in a large, awkward pot and some of it was spilling over the sides, causing his arms to bleed."Careful," Janet said. "We don't need you hung up in bed all day."--Some excerpts from the Fraternity of Order's Bestiarae Planarae:
Griff stitched me up the best he could, but it didn't matter much. My name still ended up in the dead-book.I suppose he was a mite surprised when I sat up on his chopping block."Oh, hell, not again," The dwarven physician spat, wiping his bloody hands on his smock. "Third time this week. Can't you have some sense of professionalism? When you're dead, stay dead. How else am I supposed to make a coin?""Gloria." I croaked.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Hi! I'm finally finished this story. Listen, I understand if you guys don't want to put your hand on this sort of thing - it's big, its unwield, its in desperate need of editing, and it might not be at all the sort of thing you're looking for. But if you do plan on posting it, could you contact me? There are some important edits I should have made before sending it to you that I'd like to make now, if at all possible. You can contact me at The_Great_Hippo@hotmail.com or at 267437392.--------------
Long ago, the third layer of Arcadia was swallowed up by the gear-driven plane of Mechanus.Some blamed a lack of motivation. Others blamed carelessness. Still more said it had been inevitable. But regardless of how you looked at the situation, everyone knew that as long as there were only two layers to Arcadia, the Planes were unbalanced.