The shepherds of Felden tend to their mountain rams in the harshest of elements. They are, of necessity, stalwart and strong, able to wrestle even the largest ram to the ground with ease.
Continue reading “Vulkan TeVulkan”
“No, no, no, you fool. I smell of pamplemousse and rose. You smell of dung and bad decisions.”
Continue reading “Guy Michel”
“It’sss got a fine edge, sssir. Care to try it out?”
Continue reading “Kark Nasch”
There always seems to be another layer of dirt to sweep away. The custodian’s work is never done.
Continue reading “The Hummer: Church Custodian”
Sometimes bad things happen because people are stupid, but Autumn doesn’t let that stop her.
Continue reading “Autumn Arias”
Small towns come with small problems, but Lionel needs big problems.
Continue reading “Lionel Peck”
He whistles as he works. His eyes are focused on the bush, but his ears aren’t so disciplined.
Continue reading “Chet Moody”
“Many Bothans died to bring us this information” – Mon Mothma
Continue reading “Ok “O.K.” Ve’Lon”
“That’s not a big sword. THIS is a big sword. Try swinging this at something and see how they handle it.”
Continue reading “Lucky Tooth”