The Call of Parcel Post D. Paul Angel 23 May 2014 295 Words “Anything hazardous, liquid, perishable, or fragile?” “Just a die. An aptly named, Cthuhlu Dice. Through arcane rituals darker than a moonless night I have secreted deep within it a sliver of the tormented soul from the First Priest of the Elder Gods. … Continue reading The Call of Parcel Post
