The farm was, indeed, abandoned, and had been for some time. Years, if the signs of general disrepair were to be believed. The barn door lying on the ground was among the signs the family no longer lived here. Airne thought back to just before she’d left. Mikiel had run the farm since Pa died, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 2
Airne stood at the prow as the ship cut through the water. She was finally returning to her home island of Trivent, in the Dragon’s Claw Archipelago. “Nervous?” asked Evie. “No.” A moment later she said, “yes. Maybe.” “I would be,” said the young elf. “There’s nothing for me there, you know. I don’t know … Continue reading Airne’s Return
“Kyreah!” screeched Jarla, stalking toward where Lyryk had spread her bedroll. She rolled out of the way of the kick meant to wake her. “My name is ‘Lyryk,’” she said, ducking the hand that shot out to box her ear. The woman discovered early on how sensitive her ears were to a slap or pinch. … Continue reading Running To Freedom
Tomas huddled just behind the driver’s box, at the front of the wagon bed. The thin cloth of the rags draped across his thin frame did nothing to keep the chill at bay. He was on his way into yet another unnamed village with his “uncle” to sell their ill-gotten gains. Villagers never asked where … Continue reading Tomas
Thursday rolls around once more and my favorite role-playing group once more gathers for their weekly session. Bert arrives first, as usual, followed by the rest of the gang. “So, who’s got a story?” asks Bert. Julie opens her notebook to a page filled with writing. “I do,” she says. *** Skrie crouched on the … Continue reading Skrie: Gathering Information
“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
“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
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
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