In the grey light of the predawn hours, the party woke the villagers. “We need to move before the next watch arrives,” said Skrie from Malusk’s shoulder. “I can appeal to Tymora to help cover our trail but we need to know which direction we should go before we go stumbling in the dark.” The … Continue reading Relocation

A furlong from the road, Skrie found a spot they could plan the rescue. “Their fire is here," the cleric drew a rough map in the dirt. "The prisoners are tied to trees, here, here" she marked two 'X's on either side of the camp. "The best part is," she continued, "I can free the … Continue reading Saving the Prisoners

The following morning began early as the group rose with the dawn. Packing their meager belongings, the party trudged down the stairs for a morning bite before heading toward Geordo’s camp. Less than a candlemark after waking, Malusk and Theren found themselves hiking alongside the wagon. Skrie sat on Malusk’s shoulders. The party traveled in … Continue reading The Road to Nemeademore

Securing the ring in the pewter box, the companions sat down to discuss what to do next. “I wish there was a college of magic here,” said Theren. “There’s a temple,” suggested Skrie. “Maybe one of the priestesses there can help us.” “I guess it’s better than nothing,” replied the elf, “let’s take it there.” … Continue reading The Damned Priestess

“I wish ye wouldn’t do that,” said Malusk when Skrie sat at the table with the fighter and the mage at the First Place Inn. “Aww, did you miss me, Big Guy?” asked the halfling, grinning at her half-orc friend, reaching for a piece of bacon from the thresher in front of him. “Ye know … Continue reading Afterthoughts

“You can’t fool me, you know,” said the half-elf, dagger pressed against the halfling’s throat as she crouched in the brush. “I can see you plain as day.” Damn him and his dark vision, thought Skrie. She had just picked the ring out of the dirt and stuffed it in her belt pouch when Illeryl … Continue reading Narrow Escape