Can't keep up with all the new stories. Someone give me a basic idea of what everyone has been writing. (Me iz lazy)

Schnizgit made sure the door to his room slammed open.  He cackled as the sleeping eye awoke.  He went over to poke it a couple times just hard enough to be sure the reporting end made sure to alert Marmsie to something.  The crazy elf had these things all over the place, not that Schnizgit cared.  He was quite sure most of it was just so the elf could check out everyone's dangly bits when they changed and he did not change in this house at all and rarely elsewhere.  Let the elves worry about their dangly bits, he would just make them wonder if he had them or not.

I tried to do a serious picture. I did, I really did. I sat down and started to draw it...but it just wasn't working. In the end, the chibis won.
Also, I have no idea why Pharrael's head is SO HUGE! But Sieggy is in proportion!

 "When the Khornites went on the offensive against followers of the Pleasure Lord two summers ago, they had assumed you had taken sides with us. It was a natural conclusion seeing how much time you were spending under the tutelage of Lord Gillian. Being mindless thugs, they didn't bother finding out which side you were on before sending that bloodletter after you. You didn't gain any sympathy from them when you killed fifteen of their chosen and had your goblin Zet pee on their altar as revenge either. I found it funny, but they don't have the worldly sense of humor I do. Gillian was smart to move you to Ostland instead of risking a full out war with them in Eataine. That surely would have brought Malekith's attention, something we'd rather avoid at this time.

 Markessa was intrigued by the pair of orcs guarding the entranceway. She had heard rumors that occasionally greenskins would come to follow the Lord of Excess, but that the examples were extremely rare. That this "Cult of Excess" had managed to find so many was indeed impressive. Through the archway she could see snottlings running around performing various chores.It would be a shame if she had to destroy too many .

One of the orcs, a beast that had one eye socket covered by a metal plate nailed into his skull, raised a choppa at her and motioned for her to stop. "Yuse ain't goin nowhere git widout da password. No password, no lovewaaagh."

Altdorf seemed more noisy than it ever had been, somehow, but instead of trying to figure out what had changed with the city, as she would have quickly done in the past, she searched within and knew that it was her own heart that had changed.  Still, the harsh sounds of Reikspiel all around were very different from the flowing Tilean she had been accustomed to hearing for the past three months.

Giacinta waited patiently as the palace clerk pulled down book after book of records.  He was new to the position, he had explained, and was quite a young man.  And it suddenly occurred to the knight that this was just one of the many costs the city paid with the many sieges it had withstood recently.

Marmaduse put the finishing touches on his report with a flourish, tapping the excess ink from his quill onto a separate piece of paper. He brought the feather end to his nose and swished it a moment, savouring the ticklish sensation before setting it aside with a sardonic grin.

It was a small private piazza a few twisted streets away from the main thoroughfare.  A fountain in the shape of a faun cheerfully splashed water into the otherwise hushed surroundings, and as Giacinta approached, she wondered if she was still indeed on the pirate isle.

She and Edoardo casually strolled into the circular space, and noticed that the few wooden benches situated around the fountain were empty.  Beyond them typical Tilean flora grew; shady olive trees and twining wild roses and grapes.  The knight and the assassin traded concerned glances.  They had been assured that the piazza would not be deserted.

 Sieglinde grabbed her sister's shoulder as she made to leave up the stairs.

"Not so fast big sister, I still have questions that need answering," Sieglinde said angrily.

"Take your hand off me. Next time I have to ask I will shatter it," Markessa replied evenly. Placing her hand upon Sieglinde's, she summoned dhar into herself and focused it through her fingertips. Rivulets of ice began to gather around her little sister's slender fingers.