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"I thought you said this would be a low-combat campaign..."

 The shimmering disc settled on the damp sand of the beach. Dreezle hopped of nimbly from Corvo's shoulders, and noted the sun was coming up.  "Whatsh the plan now?" Quark's brow wrinkled as he thought.  "Well, I want to send a not to Lady Vivianna and let her know that we didn't mean  to attack her girls, but that it was self-defense. What time does the Post Office open?" "Not for another hour," said Corvo. He'd done so many errands for Quark over the years, the young elf knew the timetable of every business in town. "Well, let's retire to Bartholomew's Fried Bread and Energetic Drinks for breakfast and wait till it opens." The three walked the few blocks to Bartholomew's and took a seat at a table inside. They went over their plan to try and smooth things over with the head of the camp they'd sort of inadvertently attacked. "Maybe nexsht time don't give your real name?" suggested the hurwaet, gently
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The Demons of Air and Darkness

Quark slowly lifted the inside edge of the Portable Hole and peered out. What he saw terrified him. Bare feet.  Girl  feet.  He and Corvo and Dreezle had gotten a decent night's rest in the hole, tucked away as it was under a shrubbery behind Ferb's Fishing Shack. But it was definitely no longer where he'd left it. What he was looking at resembled a camping cabin - bunk beds, a couple chests, and decor that was decidedly feminine in nature. What the heck had happened?  A pair of girl's feet made its way towards him. He gulped. The hole opened wide. "THANK THE GODS, WE ARE SAVED!" cried Quark. He had to think fast, and this was the best opening he could muster on such short notice. "Thank you for saving us, dear girls! I am Priest Highhill, and my companions and I have been trapped here by the Demons of Air and Darkness!" Four pairs of eyes stared back at him in disbelief and, he feared, skepticism. "You see, I am a high priest of the Oresteia, a
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Curiosity on Clotho

Corvo helped Dreezle dock the rowboat as Quark looked over the scene. A weathered, sun-bleached building stood on the shore of Clotho, the smallest of the Three Fates. Dreezle had mentioned that it was after hours and Ferb's shop would be closed, but considering Ferb lived above his shop, the place was dark and seemed empty. Quark knocked on the front door, but no answer was forthcoming. "Maybe we should look around back?" he asked. Dreezle looked a little hesitant.  "I dunno if we should really hang around here. I've got a bad feeling about this."Quark nodded, and acknowledged the hurwaet's anxiety.  "I just have some questions. Some very IMPORTANT questions..." He started around the back of the building, with the other two reluctantly following behind. Quark found a small patio off the back door. He knock, and after no one replied, he scanned the back yard for something, anything  that would provide a clue. He spied the privy and, lacking any
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In The Beginning...

Quark wandered through the Crucible, the reclaimed wreck of an Octopus ship that he'd turned into his alchemist's laboratory. The ship sat awkwardly spread across one size of a small asteroid that orbited the tiny planetoid of _______. He'd discovered the wreck on his way through the crystal sphere, hunting down rare materials for his work. He'd even taken great care to watch the wreck over a period of time, as it was obviously an old space pirate hangout. He'd even discovered a network of tunnels under the ship, as well as what appeared to be a fully-stocked treasury. But no one was there. Had they gone on a mission, only never to return? Were they wiped out in some sort of cataclysmic event? A plague? An enemy attack? It didn't appear so. He'd found no evidence of a struggle, no dead bodies, even. In fact, he'd found what appeared to be a small graveyard on the planetside of the asteroid, so if there had been deaths on the tiny rock, they'd been gi
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