The spindly dryads are skittering toward you like unusually tall insects. Your first instinct is your sword, but then you notice it. They’re not exactly skittering toward you. “They want the butterflies!” Bruce, for as big as he is, looks kind of creeped out by the dryads, so he immediately helps you release the butterflies. […]

The other students seem to evaporate, each group heading in a different direction. Bruce looks down at you. “All right,” you say, after a moment’s hesitation. “We have to have been given these nets for a reason.” You point to a clump of bushes and, as if on cue, a butterfly flutters from one leaf […]

You stare out at the group of students. Your best friend Marcos waves at you, and you smile back, but in almost the same instant, he’s approached by Violet Burnsward. Since he’s been hoping to ask her out for weeks, you nod your understanding. Looking a little further, your eye stops on Bruce Oxblood. Considering […]

“I am more than a little disappointed in the lot of you.” Professor Kirkpatrick frowns at your entire class. “You came to this school to learn how to slay monsters, and while I realize that we have not yet covered Trolls in our formal lectures, you are all in possession of a very useful textbook, […]