In the morning, the group took advantage of their full coin purses. After looking at horses, and learning how much gold they’d need to take care of the beasts, they find a tavern for lunch. A young entertainer played a lute in one corner. Some time before their meal arrived, they overheard an argument between … Continue reading Exploring Irewick, Part Two
Qilynn Starpath watched the sailors throw heavy ropes over the rail to men waiting on the dock. They caught the arm-thick lines as they landed on the pier, wrapping them around sturdy wooden logs that disappeared into the harbor. “Drop anchor!” the captain roared. Qilynn grabbed for the rail as the ship bumped hard against … Continue reading Qilynn: Welcome to Southport
The next morning, Malusk, Skrie, and Theren sat in the common room of Ermina’s and broke their fast. Garrick had stumbled in near dawn, stinking of ale. He lay passed out in the room. Ermina, seeing Skrie’s worn vestments, directed the group to the Temple Square.“If’n yer lookin’ ta pay yer respects ta th’ goddess, … Continue reading Exploring Irewick, Part One
“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
It’s Thursday night, and I expect my favorite group at the cafe. Bert arrives first, only tonight he’s early. “The usual?” asks my avatar, Stevie. “Yep,” replies Bert. “We’re starting a new campaign tonight, since Aislynn can’t make it,” he explains. “And we have a new player, so I’m going to get her caught up … Continue reading The New Campaign
The group left Suncall early in the afternoon. They made their first camp at the spot where they agreed to meet Geordo. The man had moved on to Irewick, according to his message marker. As they traveled, Skrie got used to the harness she and Malusk had made in Suncall. It allowed her to ride … Continue reading The Road to Irewick
As Skrie headed up the stairs, a woman appeared at the top. “I have to thank you for losing my lead for me,” the half-elf said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’ve been tracking her for over a week and you show. Now she’s gone. The way I see it, you owe me.” Skrie looked … Continue reading Preparations
Early the next morning, Skrie headed to the common room to the aroma of coffee, bacon, sausage, and fresh bread permeating the inn. Della was at the bar, getting ready for the morning breakfast. She looked up as Skrie entered. “Good morning, Miss Skrie,” she said. “Breakfast ain’t quite ready. Would ye like some cider, … Continue reading Kidnapped
Skrie sneaked down the stairs and skirted the wall behind some crates, looking for Filice. She didn’t see her, but caught Dayne’s eye as he tended to the bar. The two stepped back into a kitchen storage room. “A half-elf woman and young boy brought food to our room,” said Skrie. “Someone laced it with … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
When they got settled into the suite, Malusk made sure the door was locked, then sat the party around the room’s small table. The big half-orc was visibly anxious and even a bit embarrassed, to Skrie's reckoning. His big hands were wrapped around a large tankard of dark ale as he locked eyes with each … Continue reading Malusk’s Confession
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