My Disastrous Adventures 7: A New Beginning

My Disastrous Adventures 6: The Dark Llama

My Disastrous Adventures 5: The Fallen Son (II)

My Disastrous Adventures 4: The Fallen Son (I)

The fallen son will come back soon!

My Disastrous Adventures 3: PaxLair Edition

My Disastrous Adventures 2: Diary of a Replicant

Letters from Barataria

The friends from thecaverns.net broadcasted a little tale that the druken bard of the llama wrote some time ago. Here you have that story, but the best way to enjoy it is with the great voice of  Lord Baldrith. And, if you have enough free time, you could also to take a look to the original version in Spanish.

Letters from Barataria *

There was no enemy capable to sink your moral, or defeat that could shake your principles. You were always true to yourself, without betraying yourself because of what others said. You offered the heart in a selflessly way and there was no despise that prevented you to do it.

You charged against monsters and villains, without a minimum hesitation, to make the world a better place. You were you able to understand that an emaciated animal could be the most beautiful steed in the universe, and you demonstrated us with your nobility that the courage, the trust and the love were much more needed and piercing weapons than the most ferrous spear.

My Disastrous Adventures 1: A Glitched Travel

Vas Corp Por

Vas Corp Por.

The wizard was desperate. He raised his hands and muttered the magic words, just a few words, but powerful enough to summon the creature from the abyss. The sacrifice caused an enormous shock of white hair in the tangled mane of hair of the sorcerer. There was noway back, it was time to pray, time to pay.

The ancestral God over the mountain of skulls appeared. Revenge is a very simple word to explain what was coming. The air became rain. The rain became poison, deadly poison. The men were dead, but they didn't know. A second, only a fraction of a second. Pain.