Happy Easter to those who celebrate. I hope your day is filled with joy and transformation. Good Friday was a day of news for us. We heard from Mr. Contractor that the basement slab should be poured by this time next week. After that, he will bring up the I-beams and get the rest of … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 130
The meme says it all: Two weeks ago, we were looking at having a dry access road by this time. Mother Nature, apparently, had other plans. Winter wants to hang on tight, and spring keeps pushing back. Consequently, our weather pattern is on a roller coaster. Also, being downstream from California puts us in line … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 129
Mother Nature isn’t quite done having her way with us yet. This past week brought more wet, spring snow and tumbling temperatures to the region. I don’t expect the snow on the property to last long, though. A week from now, the warmth will have returned. The next several weeks will be the usual weather … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 128
First Reader and I drove up to the property to look-see at what’s left of the snow. The short answer: Not much. The mud, however, is another story. While the snow is melting, there are still plenty of patches where thick, sticky mud would make heavy equipment operators miserable. (C) 2023, JJ ShaunThe view from … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 127
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
The following day, the group had a hot breakfast, cleaned out their temporary shelter, gathered their gear, and headed to the village. “You survived!” said Jorund, running up to the group. “After a fashion,” said Skrie. “I’m afraid the cultists weren’t kind to the village.” “Ye again,” said Sheriff Varla, approaching the growing knot of … Continue reading Return To Suncall
As Malusk rushed everyone except Garrick through the door, the priestess and her giant spider attacked. “You have meddled for the last time, Horc!” screamed the Drow, seeing the party disappear into the tomb. Skrie watched as the priestess whispered another spell, no doubt hoping to prevent the party from returning the artifacts. A noxious … Continue reading The Lady of Light
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J.J. Shaun 