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One Day's Work Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

As the mist fades from the shore, Tiri-Nuan wakes to another day. The farm carts, awake for hours, slowly creak into the city like a small army of ants. Each cart pulled by an equally lethargic mule or horse. The chill of the sea slowly dissolves with the mist as the day-globe warms the morning with a golden light. As the day grows, the shrill sound of the crier wakes the town, and as with every day, the lone voice takes up the chant of Bula, which marks the beginning of the morning business. All this is so commonplace, that Thorn barely notices it. She has more important thing to do today than to notice the music of the chant or the bustling of the market. Today someone will die.

Omi the Shrimp Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Sit friends, and watch me spin tales of high adventure and glory. I’ve traversed the realms from the marbled palaces of Calimport, felt the wicked gravity of the Zhentil Keep, and lost myself in the winding menagerie of wonder and confusion that is Waterdeep. You might think it horses apples coming from one such as Omi the Shrimp, but I am half-brother to destiny, and, being kin, destiny thrusts the lives of some of the Faerun’s greatest hero into the stable of this humble bard.

Horizons Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Dara struggled to pull herself up. She found the perfect place to climb on the western wall. The periapt was low enough and the masonry flawed enough for her to pull herself up. Her little hands searched for the cracks, thousand-year-old scars from the Siege of Aramis. She found them, recognizing the grainy surface of the thousand-year-old fissures. A smile crossed her face as she pulled herself up. As her head cleared the top of the periapt, a western breeze wrapped her face with a gentle greeting. With a last pull, Dara cleared the top of the periapt. She didn’t miss it. She let the scene fill her eyes; it’s majesty stirred in her, making her forget the climb and her aching muscles.

First Stand Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

From a hillock across the river Mirar, Kellan Truit peered at the growing army through his spyglass. The city of Luskan was emptying. He shook his head in dismay. There was very little his small force could do to slow down the Luskan onslaught. Fifty men would be brushed aside with no more thought than a dragon might give to a mosquito. Still, Lord Nasher's orders were clear: delay the Luskans for as long as possible, to give the Lords' Alliance time to gather its strength. At the very least, the river was unfordable and the ice-ridden coastline was too dangerous for Luskan ships, so the stone bridge across the Mirar was the only place that they would be able to cross Kellan offered his spyglass to his lieutenant, Ainar, but she shook her head.

The Hunt for Bodamil - Part One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Long months of war had ravaged the small country. An oppressive regime led by an evil king had ruled for a generation, pillaging the country to support their own pleasures and provoking neighbouring states with acts of violence and thievery. A coalition of neighbouring states formed; banding together they invaded, routing the evil regime but leaving behind a land in tatters.

Crusaders of Allishire - Chapter One (Part Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The look of his face, the color of his hair, the red of his eyes were all more than enough to cause Ilana to cry and wish there was a way out of her predicament. If the Gods still existed, she would pray to them for help, but she knew she would not get any help from there. Even finding a Cleric was rare enough, much less an avenger of good, a Paladin. But Ilana knew her fate was decided now. She was to become a slave to this horrible, fat, disgusting man.

Deja-Vu Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Sham's brow furrowed in thought. There it was again. That damned door. Surely he had passed this way before? Many times. He took a deep breath and, with his leather armour creaking, settled himself down in front of the door. He placed his long-sword on the ground next to his right hand and fumbled in one of his pouches for the lock-picks and tools that he would need to open the lock on the door.

A Neverwinter Nights Fantasy - Chapter Three Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The brave adventurers faced their first adversaries, a group of eight skeletons.

Vanguarde did not hesitate, the barbarian leaping forward with another inarticulate warcry. With a mighty two-handed swing he slammed his waraxe into the body of the leading skeleton, shattering its body into a thousand pieces.

Waiting for Winter Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Corso wandered wearily back to his lodgings. It had been another very disappointing day. "Still waiting", he thought.

It had been a find all right, a once in a lifetime discovery that could have made him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But Corso was a Paladin of Helm from the old school and he believed that all of his earnings belonged to his God and His church. Luckily, in this instance the church had seen fit to honour his request for a new blade to replace the one he had broken off in the chest of the leader of a band of half-orcs and orcs that had been threatening the local farms and outlying villages as well as travellers coming up from Waterdeep.

In the Footsteps of A Hero Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

As always I follow, one step behind.

Along dusty road, through field, over mountain, down valley I carry the gear that he cannot carry. Tirelessly I carry his plunder, the wealth from his latest adventure. Some gold pieces and a few gems. A rune encrusted war hammer and a jet-black shield with an unholy design. Gear for the camp and food and water for him and for me.

Escape Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The lock is old and rusted from the dank air that fills my hole in this god-forsaken dungeon. The cell is barely five feet long and as only as much again wide. The floor is hard and cold and all I have to sleep on is a rude wooden pallet with a threadbare blanket well chewed by the rats that visit me at night to nibble my toes and fingers. I cannot stretch out when sleeping. There just isn't enough room. In any case I need to curl into a ball to keep my extremities in close and as much as possible away from the rats.

The Protector - Chapter One (Peace) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

A shadowy figure rested easily in the perch of an old oak tree listening to the soft and fading winter wind as it rustled the leaves around him. Sethison held a special place in his heart for the forest edge of Silverwood along the banks of the river Rauvin. He was at peace with an evening such as this only a half-days travel away from his home in Silverymoon. It was here in the wilderness surrounding the river where he could still find peace from the everyday bustle. He gazed down on the pale reflections of Selune off the rivers casual drifting surface. Content to fight the chill and watch the beautiful moon rise high into the night, Seth leaned back against the trunk of the great oak finding solace in its strength. His thoughts drifted as he thanked this old companion for such a great view. As if in response, the winds swirled up through the large branches, sending subtle vibrations through the oak and into Seth's relaxed body. It was here that Sethison Alandar, not only enjoyed the tranquility of the world around him, but also accepted his first assignment as a Protector of Silverymoon and its surroundings. He could not think of a better place to be assigned patrols and for him, this night, it seemed more a privilege than an assignment. Seth relived the recent memory of his acceptance into Silverymoon's Protectors Guild, a proud day indeed, for him and his parents, when he completed his training and education at the University of Silverymoon. A wry smile crossed his lips as he recalled the embrace of his father seeing him off for his first month of duty.

A Neverwinter Nights Fantasy - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Greetings!

With Neverwinter Nights finally going gold, and the prospect of months of CRPG goodness ahead, I was inspired to scribble a little homage-slash-parody inspired by the prospect of playing 3e (or at least a reasonable facsimile of it :)) online. This story is intended as part adventure, part comedy, part parody, so please don't take it too seriously. It milks some blatant stereotypes about RP gamers and computer gamers, but in what is (hopefully) a benign and light-hearted way.

A Neverwinter Nights Fantasy - Chapter Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The journey to the caves passed so quickly that it seemed almost instantaneous. One moment they were leaving the inn in Neverwinter, and the next they were facing the knobby basalt mounds that made up the foothills of the Crags, the rough line of mountains that bisected Neverwinter Wood. A thick belt of trees ran along the horizon all around them, but directly ahead of them lay a ravine with a

A Neverwinter Nights Fantasy - Chapter Four Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The adventurers, confronted by a quartet of bad-tempered goblins, leapt immediately to the attack.

Margos was the first to strike, stabbing the first in the side before it could even draw its weapon. The goblin crumpled with a strangled cry. The paladin used his momentum to cleave into a second, but that creature had better luck than its comrade, dodging out of the way of the thrust.

A Tale by the Fireside Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

'There was an army of undead beneath that monstrous tomb.'

Kereen merely rolled her eyes and swallowed deeply from her mug as her partner, Salorn, told the tale of their conquest that he was calling 'The tomb of Evil'. Easing back in her chair, she thought of the day's events rolling them through her mind. They had entered the mound that morning, and in the musty tomb, stumbled across several zombies. The gash in her thigh from the encounter still pulsed, as the healing potion she'd had got to work on the flesh wound.

The Messenger - Chapter Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

I found over the next few days the Old Boy had a mind of his own. He might pace me, so that I saw him ten times in a day; just as like I might not see him for a day. Having a companion of some sorts was a boon to me, because I was sure fire miserable on the trail. The burn on my arm hurt so much, and chafed under my pack and clothes that there were times I felt like crying; 'course, there was no one to see me loose my cool, and no one to feel sorry for me. But it sure hurt, and as the day grew hot in the middle, I would sweat like pig, and the salt sweat was like hot pitch where my burn had cracked.

Tunus and Nalin Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The Innocence of Childhood

The children played in their father's fields, trying to find one another, laughing all the while. Their days were still carefree, for the time had not yet come for the harvest, and there was not much to do until the corn had ripened. But the stalks were taller than the children, and the field made a good place to hide. They played into the day, and only when their stomachs began to rumble with hunger did they notice just how late it had become. The days were long in the hotter part of the year, and they knew that their mother should have already called them for supper. Fearing that they had missed mother's call, and, even worse, dinner itself, they sprinted towards the small shack that they called home. As they exited out of the cornfields, they could see no signs of their father, who had been fixing the plow. Not even old Boli, their plow mule, was in sight. Usually he didn't wander from the plush grasses that surrounded their homestead. Nalin turned to her little brother Tunus as they ran. Although he was nearly her size, she was two years older than him.

Sea Of Shadows - Page One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Noticing a blue glow to the left of his vision, he turned to investigate. He had been sent out on patrol from the nearby village to keep a look-out for any sign of the pending invasion. Walking through the dark oak forest wasn't exactly what he had planned, but because he was an elf he felt at home in the forest, knowing every living thing here gave him a sense of security as he approached the light. Being able to make out more details he spotted the ground ripping in half in a small circle and falling away into nothiness, the blue light streched the circle until it was a couple meters across. Drawing his bow and climbing a nearby oak tree, he readied himself incase the enemy had found a quicker way to the village. He readied his first arrow as a head appeared over the crest of now three meter hole. More and more of the body became visible untill the body was floating several meters off the ground. The elf in the tree noticed with an audible sigh of relief as the figure he recognized was at least elf. He kept his bowed ready incase the figure's intents wern't honorable.

Last Days of Arabel Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

� �Displace by echelon!� 1st section fall back!�� Screaming and smoke had made my voice hoarse. Instead of a command voice I had a mix of a roar and squeak.� The NCO�s were passing the word and I watched 1st section, what was left of 1st section, fall back.� I turned to follow their progress; they were already throwing furniture out of the tavern and building barricades.� The company 1st Sgt gave me a brief thumbs up from far enough away that I caught only the faintest hint of a smile from his soot-grimed face.

The Messenger (Chapter Three) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

We were not too far from the gutte folks of Nuestead when I became aware of him. He was woodwise, patient, and very quiet. But not for nothing am I NFR. I was not worried; Old Boy was near and in no way distressed, and I just knew I had nothing to fear. Finally tired of the quiet pacing I turned to the rhododendron on the switchback above and behind me and said, "So, how goes it today friend?" I paused in my hike to look directly at where he was.

The Messenger - Chapter One Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

The gorge spread out before me; a deep cleft, pine covered, with a falling stream down the center of the cut. To the right side was a decent trail, but I could see where the spring had uncovered slides and tree falls. There would be at least three places where I would either have to climb over thick tree tangles of fallen pines, or try and slide into the draw.

Silly Adventurers (Part Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Phew! FINALLY finished that dang adventure. I wish I'd never started it now. Think of anything that could go wrong, and then add 4 more things going wrong and you have what happened in this adventure. This group of adventurers should have their wisdom reduced to 0 for this.

Silly Adventurers (Part One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

My friends and I have only just started playing ad&d after I became addicted to Neverwinter nights. In total we have had 1 and a half adventures (part way thru adventure 2) and are playing with simplified rules, but already some pretty stupid things have happened.

The Saga of Bellona, Priestess of Pwyll - Initiation (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

She had never felt closer to Pwyll than at this moment. As she stood with her blue robe draped over her body, she looked up into the eyes of her master. The huge statue that depicted her god towered above her, looking down at her in his infinite wisdom. In her heart she vowed to always do as her god wished of her. Her vision was blurred as tears began to stream down her face, and the high priest handed her her newly bound book, the one she would never part with, the book of Pwyll's will.

The Saga of Bellona, Priestess of Pwyll - Evil in Kolyen (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-26 3 years 12 hours ago

Two days had passed since the initiation. Bellona was on the way back to her bedchamber when she noticed two of her fellows with their heads together. They were whispering furiously, but paused as she approached. Not willing to intrude, she forced back her curiosity and returned to the small room that contained her bed. She was preparing for an hour of meditation when a knock came to her door. A note was slipped under her door, and the messenger continued down the corridor, knocking on the next door in turn. Looking at the slip of paper, Bellona saw that it was a calling to a mass gathering of her fellows. Hurrying to the main temple, she saw many of the clerics gathered already. The bishop himself was there, speaking to several other people of high rank in the temple. She whispered to one of her comrades, "What is going on?" The woman only shrugged. Bellona remained silent then, waiting to find out what was happening. Soon the bishop stood to speak. All became quiet.

The Mountain Path Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

�I just have to know,� the first words Trevon spoke to the beast-man since Trevon had captured the large, muscular barbarian two days earlier. �When, if ever, was the last time you bathed. Your stench is unbearable.� The beast-man growled lowly but then grew quiet as the beast-man�s eyes caught view of the hand crossbow Trevon had leveled at him.

Itan's Pass Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

The cool mountain breeze of Itan�s Pass, a high mountain pass west of the small mountain village Kalme, was a sweet relief to the two mercenaries recently stationed in the sweltering heat of the Drearlands to the southeast. Although the weather was comfortable, Trevon and his fellow mercenary Vyne had become bored with their post at Itan�s Pass. An elite mercenary band, the Seeking Swords, had been hired to protect Kalme from invading force of beast-men. Trevon and Vyne had been ordered to Itan�s to be on the lookout for the advancing beast-man war party. The two men had a camp set up on top of a cliff overlooking the mountain pass so they would be able to spot the beast-men from a reasonably safe distance.

Neverwinter Nights Anticipation Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Never Winter Nights Anticipation

A poem by MMZ>TimeLord

Making what I can with the toolset beta, I'd keep creating content, but I'm out of data.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Seven Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

The first two ninja's circled around the two adventurers untill they where behind them. A scraping sound drew the crowds attention towards the ceiling where the wizard was being lowered on a pedestal towards the floor, a gag over his mouth to prevent him from casting spells. Ybiral grinned, happy to see the wizard was going to die beside them. The pedestal touched the floor and the wizard was forced off by some invisible force. The moment Mayseth stepped off the platform raised, and the ninja's in the arena spread themselves out to form a circle around the three. Ybiral was gripping and re-gripping the sword he was giving by the ninja master when they entered the arena. Gwaemos instead put the sword in his belt and talked towards the wizard, intent on getting his gag out. Before he reached the wizard a black blur appeared in front of him then reshaped back into the ninja. A glint of light to his left gave him the warning he needed and Gwaemos threw his body to the right landing in a roll narely avoiding the blade, he came up with the sword drawing and glanced over his shoulder to check on the others. Ybiral was holding one off, well the other two stayed back waiting for their moment. Gwaemos began an intricate dance with the sword dodging and parrying his foes attacks. With a great effort he forced the sword out of the ninjas hand, it flew straigh into the wooden wall and sank almost 4 inchs in. The ninja had a look of terror in his eyes as Gwaemos brought his sword around for the final blow. Inch's from the ninja's face a clang of steel halted his blade and forced him into a back flip just to keep away from the new threat.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Six Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

The skeletons where still backing up when Ybiral approached Gwaemos and told him that the wizard was gone. Gwaemos didn't slow down and the staff was glowing so brightly that it was almost painful to look at. Ybiral returned his sword to it's sheeth and took out a gold talisman. He began uttering a few words of power, nearing the end he held his hands out towards the largest concentration of skeletons and a blast of light errupted from the talisman blasting the undead monsters into small chunks. Skeletons being unthinking beings still stood trying to get through the light that Gwaemos staff was emmiting, this gave Ybiral the time he needed to ready his talisman again. Chanting the words of power again another beam of yellow light blasted forth from the talisman and blew another group of skeletons away. Ybiral looked down at the talisman seeing that it had started to lose it's gold color he knew that the charges where empty and he would need to let them recharge. He drew his long sword and advanced towards the last ten skeletons still trying to get a Gwaemos.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Five Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

"Why is you only stayed in the village for less then a day?" the wizard began.

"We only came to fetch an item from Ybirals house." Gwaemos replied.

"Show me the object." the wizard demanded stretching his hand out to recieve to item.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Three Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Ybiral, and Gwaemos arrived at the village just after dawn, walking up the gate the two announced themselves as weary travelers.

"No visiters at this time!" the sentry stated firmly.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Two Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

A lone figure in the tent sensed a magical presence that was almost too quick for him to notice. Relaxing a bit as the sense passed he turned back to his commander, drawing plans for the upcoming fight. They had been planning the raid for almost 2 weeks as they marched, there numbers wern't strong, only six hundred give or take a few, but they where drow and believed that they had both the element of surprise and expert fighting skill. They had come hunting the drow traitor Drizzt Do'Urden, and had tracked him to this town. There last report told them that he now had a magic mask that portrayed him as a surface elf.

A Gaming Story Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

......So there Angus McFarlene was chopping down trees with his Father, Woodsman by trade Angus' Muscular arms swung the axe into the tree, As the Axe impacted with the tree a Scream sounded in the Distance. It was a Male scream.

Sea Of Shadows - Page Four Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Ybiral returned moments later holding a small glass orb that eminated a faint red light. The two where starting back when Gwaemos asked what the orb was.

"The orb will help us find our target much easier," Ybiral replied, tucking the orb into one of his pockets "you thirsty?"

"I could use something to drink." Gwaemos replied

Esperan's Tears - The River of Tears and Blood (Chapter Three) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Dalanthanar pulled fiercely against the reins trying to regain control of his steed amidst the torrential rain, which was now blowing nearly perpendicular; a bolt of lightning had struck an ancient oak just a few feet away, splitting its trunk in twain and startling the horses. Dalanthanar's mount ceased bucking as he patted its neck, and whispered soothing words; promising Relad carrots and sugar beets if he would just cease his rearing.

The Land of Caern - Mornin' Time (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

A strong wind whipped up as Sarah stepped out onto the battlements. It almost pushed her back through the door, eliciting a giggle from the eleven year-old princess. The gust was a prelude to the storm that was surely to follow; Sarah hoped it marked the coming of winter to the province of Yew. It was much colder on the battlements than it had been inside the castle, but to the young princess it could not have been more comfortable. She really didn't understand it, but temperature fluctuations never had much effect on her. This ability continually amazed her father, Prince Ren Perti of Yew. Prince Ren would walk around the castle in multiple layers of wool and deerskin, still shivering from the cold, and in would walk Sarah with nothing more than a silk robe covering her lithe shoulders.

The Land of Caern - Seeker (Prologue) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Gareth Beckwin looked out over the Hall, which was more than half full just two hours past sunrise. Gareth stood on a dais, left hand resting on one of the back posts of Duke Olandis Pell's throne. The grand chair was the only seat in the Hall. The many benches in the great room had been removed in order to fit more people into the Hall. The commoners all had their reasons for being present this day, and all looked forward to speaking to their Duke. Olandis Pell had not yet arrived and was not expected for another hour at least.

Nar's Night Out Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Bonjourno signori, signora anda spaghetti bolognesa. Anyway, I'ma thinking to maself that I shoulda shara soma ma pearls of ma vasta wizdomio to da world anda maybe ma famillia, da Lafia, will learn from it. Taka dis down Petal, I'ma gonna dictata a story to curla your nostrils.

"Praise be to Lolth. Is it alright if I, er, interpret your words of wisdom?"

Ninefinger's Tale Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

"Moradin's balls, boy, you look a fright."

The dwarf had no idea. I'd have remedied his ignorance, but my teeth were still chattering, whether from the chill outside or from the fear twisting my stomach into a hard writhing tangle, I couldn't tell. I pulled my cloak tighter about my shivering torso, wincing where the cloth brushed against the strange burning cold still embracing my shoulders.

Lumumba Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Most of my early childhood is a blur. I vaguely remember creaking wheels, taught ropes, and the stink of sweat in my earliest memories. Never have I known happiness, or love, or kindness.

Esperan's Tears - Sun's Song (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

"Could you please ask Lord Berbadasa how much longer it will be until we make camp?" asked the Singer. It was the fifth time today & Astagar was beginning to feel very put out.

Astagar looked at the sky. Despite its rainy disposition the weather was still clear enough to shed some stray beams of light upon the small party-clearly it was daytime. He raised one eyebrow at the Singer and said with exasperation, "I think the sun is still up, and according to Lord Berbadasa we keep riding until sunset."

Esperan's Tears - The Sun & The Moon (Chapter One) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

A harsh wind blew through the leaves that surrounded him, ruffling his feathers and chilling his ancient bones; an autumn wind, fresh and clear-he didn't much care for either its purity or the pain its cold brought to his creaking joints. He shook his head in irritation, and preened his jet feathers with a time-worn beak. Cawing softly he stared through the canopy of silver veined leaves to the once dark sky, now lighting with the first signs of predawn. It was time.

The Land of Caern - Stirrings (Chapter Two) Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Arames Kragen sat on the edge of what served as his bed, staring a little too intently at a chair just out of arm's reach. As if he finally concluded that the chair was not going to come to him, he pulled himself up and went over to it. He ran his hand over his face, stretching his skin, as if he hoped it would help clear the cobwebs from his head.

A Storm at Candlekeep Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Meddwynn hurried up the stone steps of the tower towards his master's chamber. Lightening flashed in the storm riven night sky, illuminating the steps through a narrow slit window. Meddwynn caught a brief glimpse of the rooftops and towers of Candlekeep as he passed the window and reached the door he was seeking.

A Tale of Eight Migrate Wizard 2015-09-28 3 years 12 hours ago

Eight companions set out to Sherman Wood,
All stalwart, brave and true.
They had taken up a per'lus task,
To find their patron's due.

Embers of Black - Chapter Eight Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 3 years 12 hours ago

The sounds a scuffle woke Talomanes from his dozing slumber. An unknown feminine voice swore loudly, which caused a stir in the dozing woman beside the paladin. Something cold and metal brushed past his arm, causing him to recoil. A blade? His hazy mind was still trying to anchor itself firmly back in reality.

Embers of Black - Chapter Seven Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 3 years 12 hours ago

The dim light that suffused the air didn't do much to help the silver-eyed man see in the dark tunnel he found himself in. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw that the skeletons were still milling about at the entrance to the passageway, prevented by some force from entering.

Embers of Black - Chapter Six Migrate Wizard 2015-09-29 3 years 12 hours ago

As the sun touched the western horizon, the wind had picked up again, howling fitfully across the tundra. It pulled and tugged at the trailing tatters of Talomanes' cloak, threatening to tear away what little protection the ragged fabric gave. The gale was like a living thing, seeking to drive its icy fingers into his heart.

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