Lorelein, My God loves me—he gave me a kitty. So obviously my exploits of late have been tied to getting in and out of the goblin-hole known as Thistletop. Well, we made it to the bottom of the place, and after something of a …
Lorelein, Let me start with ‘Ewww’. That’s been my predominant feeling of late. Everything I see, everyone I run into, they all bring about a mighty gag reflex. I can only that Ketphys for the fortitude to keep it down. I told you last …
Lorelein, I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel. I pray that this is some nightmare that I might wake up from. I want to un-believe what I’ve come to believe. But it’s true, isn’t it Lorelein? The letter in the Skinsaw man’s lair …
The calls of the ferrymen on the lake echoed up from the water and over the rooftops of the small hamlet of Turtleback Ferry. At past midnight, they were nearly the only sound to be heard, apart from the calls of night birds and the high songs of summer …
The sound of the whetstone scraping against metal was a high, harsh one—a noise to put nerves on edge and shorten tempers. The arrowhead in her hand had been chipped at the point when it had found Ogre flesh, and needed a great deal of work if it were to …
Back in the caves behind Fort Rannick, the weary adventurers slumped against the rough-hewn walls and rubbed at their most recent injuries. Razan announced boldly that she would take look-out while they rested, and Syphacia volunteered to watch the …
Mallisun, like other cats, showed his emotions through the twitchings of his tail. A smooth movement from side to side meant everything was well, while no movement at all was an indicator of sharp concentration. If the tail was up he was feeling frisky, …
As Razan ate dinner by the fire, Mallisun sat near the knight’s feet and stared up at her with wide, sad eyes. The cat’s head was low, its shoulders flat, and its bushy tail flopped weakly from side to side—as if the firepelt could not find strength to …
Mallisun was singing Syphacia a delightful song as she stroked him. It went something like, “Purr purr, purr purr, purr purr purr.” It was a tune Syphacia knew all the words to, and had even been known to sing along with on occasion. The tone of the …
Syphacia stood perfectly still in front of the ruined building, purposely slowing her heart and calming her breaths. Her eyes closed, and for a moment the world was gone. Then, sound by sound, an image of her surroundings returned. A smoldering fire …
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 …
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 …
In death, the Lamia’s snake-like body had twisted back on itself, such that its torso lay back against the coils of its reptilian lower half. The Lamia’s glittering scales had been burned, broken, and pierced a dozen times during their battle, with many …
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, …
Alestra frowned at her daughter as she emerged from the back room of their cottage. She said dryly, “Syphacia dear, black is the color for a funeral.” Syphacia looked down, as if surprised to find herself back in armor. The mithral scales …
Beneath the dome of the Runeforge’s vast, central cavern, Mallisun was growling in the back of his throat. It was a subtle sound—a rolling rumble like muted timpani. Syphacia doubted any of the others would notice it at all. That meant it was for her. …
When Syphacia had been a child in the Mirenai forest, she had once come across a baby squirrel that had fallen out of its nest. Instinctively, she had brought the tiny animal back to the house and had sought to feed and nurse it until it was well enough …
Syphacia ran with her bow up. As she rounded the corner, she sighted down a nocked arrow. The succubus was now in front of her, but where there should have been one, there were six. Syphacia had seen the mirror image spell used before, and knew that …