evan&straga

Straga made his way to the appointed location for his next challenge in this Divine Right tournament. The previous night had been an interesting one, he'd won a single challenge against Evan. He was partnered with the wrong regalia though, something that bothered him to no end. They'd won that...

Jugemu would be pissed. No two ways about it. He didn't know Evan was out at a bar, he didn't know he was out with Straga, and he sure as hell didn't know that Evan was, at that very moment, making eyes at a very nice looking pair of twins sitting at the bar. He already had his own drink--his...

An ornate, gold trimmed message was delivered early one morning, naming this one of several meeting spots. There was a table nearby with a service bell on it. A small, white sign with black letters read, "Please ring bell for Pactmaster." "Dear sir, ma'am, or any other address of your choice...

Evan was really, really not sure. He'd meant it in good fun, but that didn't mean it was in good fun. It didn't mean Straga wasn't actually, legitimately upset. Realistically speaking, what Evan was doing was sort of stupid. Straga was a dragon, could take care of himself, and was several times...