I anticipated that my return to Sandpoint would be a welcome respite from my worries for my father and the implications of his capture. I had hoped for a few days of peace and a renewing of friendships before returning the matter at hand. Our enemy had …
The events of our recent days has made it difficult to keep a current journal, as we’ve spent as many hours as we can during the day on horseback and on our feet, moving as quickly as possible across the Varsian interior to the Storval plateau. It seems …
Syphacia focused her senses across the barren plateau, searching beneath the violet canvas of evening sky for some sign of life. She found what she was looking for in the sound of dirt being moved by tiny claws, beneath the roots of a lopsided scrub bush …
If this is not the belly of the beast, then it is certainly some point disturbingly close to it. For we have managed to dig ourselves into the catacombs beneath the fortress Jorgenfist, amidst hundreds of foes eager for our blood, and within reach of the …
Mallisun held his stare on the Kobold in the way he might challenge a rival cat. His ears were flat, his tail was fluffed, and the hair on his back was up to give the illusion of an inch more of height. Though Syphacia held the firepelt to the floor …
I write this as I catch my breath between battles, in a room under some strange enchantment. Not twenty feet from me, a runeslave giant lies dead by our hands. Before us, there is yet another door to be turned aside. Our battle must go on, for there is …
Magical healing did not leave scars or disfigurement—even for the most grievous of wounds the injury knitted up and faded away as if nothing had occurred. In their time together, Syphacia had seen Redgar’s magic restore even the most terrible of wounds, …
My father is dead, and I am his killer. I traded his life for tactical advantage, like a pawn in a game of chess. The gambit paid off, and now Mokmurian is dead by my hand. I have buried my father next to my mother, beyond the gates of Janderhoff. All …
What the company has learned from a captured Stone Giant: “I have only heard him speak from afar, and have only heard from others of the power of his magic. He is the rarest of us all, a child of the stones who has mastered the magic of the Ancient …
Secretly loves Dwarves. Wants to date them. Enga's life is full of secret pain.