“So, wha’cha ye thinkin’?” asked Gryff. “I like what I see so far,” replied Aeryn. “What think you, Naathyn?” “I agree with Aeryn,” the elf said, looking around the spacious apartment. “Extra room would certainly come in handy should we acquire additional talent. I think each of the side rooms could easily sleep six if … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett, Part 2
The Stained Stein buzzed with the usual gossip. The clientele, mostly those folk that lived above the nearby shops, knew each other, and strangers elicited silent stares. Most denizens of the neighborhood didn’t take kindly to unknown (to them) threats. Teppo, the proprietor of the Stained Stein, surveyed his domain. While it was home, and … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett
“Questions?” asks Bert. “Not about Tiernen, no,” says Julie. “What about Noxport? It would help to know about the city Skrie came from.” “I thought you’d never ask. Noxport is the south-westernmost port city of the Western Kingdoms. City leaders positioned themselves as trusted trading partners with the orcs of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a … Continue reading Adaran: Noxport
“Herbs and spice makes everything nice,” said the old druid, stirring the cauldron hanging over the fire. She ignored the girl who copied everything she said into a leather-bound journal. Instead, she added more dried, ground lemongrass to the pot and tasted it again with her spoon. During her apprenticeship, Maus learned her mentor spiced … Continue reading Herbs and Spice
Bert pulls out another hand-drawn map, this time of a town. “Tiernen was built at the crossroads of two trade roads.” He points at a mark at the western end of the east-west trade road. It sits along the path leading north to Port Ramall and south to Noxport. “It started as a small human … Continue reading Adaran: Tiernen
Stevie supplies the group with drinks while they tell their tales. I listen closely as Bert describes the area. “The Western Wood is the northwestern section of a vast forest extending from the ocean on the west coast all the way to the Dragon’s Tail Range in the east. It stretches east to the Western … Continue reading Adaran: The Western Wood
“Dave left me a rough character sketch for his fighter, Beiron,” says Bert. “This should be good,” says Yvonne. “His character sketch was basic. It said: ‘Soldiers in their shiny armor fascinated young Beiron Shaelar when they marched through the city. He longed to carry a greatsword across his back as he swaggered through Brookhaven. … Continue reading Beiron Shaelar: Soldier For Hire
“I didn’t do anything!” squeaked Laora Nightwind as a hand grabbed the back of her tunic. She fumbled with the flute her twin had carved last year. “You are massacring music, that is what you are doing!” a stern voice spat back. Who was this stranger who dared insult her? She flailed in his grip … Continue reading Apprentice
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