North Sea Dungeon

animal cruelty, body horror It was not long after Saprya had begun her prayers that the little crab cradled between her palms began twitching. Its legs trembled, then jerked, pinchers clacking together in nervous excitement. It, too, must have felt the rush of heat and power in the air, the promise ...

By the time Saprya began to work there was a chill in the air, carried across the empty beach by a salty breeze, and the last remnants of daylight were quickly fading. She had spent the better part of the day along the eastern coastline of the island, wandering along the trodden down footpaths and ...

The little brown songbirds hopping around the town square were much better behaved than the gulls down at the port, when Saprya threw them the remaining crumbs of her breakfast loaf. They chirped, almost falling over each other hunting for the little treats, but they were not nearly loud enough to ...

As the music swelled and picked up the stranger spun her faster, leading her from a twirl into a spin until he dipped her low, without warning. Her feet almost slipped on the cobble stones as she stared up at him, wide eyed and heart racing. He looked smug, self satisfied with having caught her off ...

Already having agreed to the dance Saprya allowed the man to pull her onto the square where they had more space to move. He was not very graceful in the way he tried to lead her but what he lacked in skill and balance he made up for in enthusiasm, radiating an honest glee that felt infectious. "Oh ...

It took a moment but after watching her twirl with big eyes the girl came out from behind her mother's legs, taking a few wobbly steps before trying a pirouette herself. Saprya laughed again, cheering for her little dance partner, before her attention was suddenly yanked away from the girl when a ...

Yes, hello, Saprya is definitely a dark green kind of person. Could we do something about that? Please and thanks, dear cre!

The little bell above the door jingled as Saprya left the shop, having stocked up on enough incense, candles and chalk for her next few dungeon dives. She was well supplied now, the only thing still missing from her travelling backpack were some rations. But she would get those fresh, or as fresh as ...

Ohhh shinies!! Thank you so much, cre!

Name: Saprya Race: Half-Elf, Half-Tallman Age: 52 years Appearance: Standing at 160cm Saprya excels at making herself seem smaller, soft and unthreatening in the way she holds herself. Her finely cut face and curious hazel eyes are surrounded by a mess of dark brown hair that falls in tangled ...