In honor of last week’s Fellowship of the Creeps episode, I give you an outpost without walls. And the freeps wonder why it’s so easy to take them. Ha!
As the Prancing Pony stirred during a slow early Autumn morning, soothing sounds lofted through the ethereal with an airy delight. With the gentle strums of a fine Lute of
Andang once walked on lava. How impressive! It would seem that the flames weren’t as hot as one would think. Andang deserves the title of “fire-walker”. Thanks for sending this in,