The Grayest Mouser has disco fever

Burn baby burn. Update: So does Fafhrdsdóttir!

“Leave The Floating Rock” he said

I said, “Yes I will, and on my horse no less!” Wheeeeeee! Neighhhhhh! Stuck the landing.

She’s the fair one, but I’m taller.

Call me Xena. Xena l’Egerdemain. That’s my sister Gabrielle. I’m the dark one, she’s the fair one. But I’m taller. Not that that means much, being Bosmer—”wood elves” in the tongues of Man—as a people we’re not exactly known for our verticality. But that doesn’t mean we won’t slit you from gut to gorge if […]

Whole lotta naked goin’ on

And when you can’t beat ’em, join ’em—with a little topless blacksmithing!