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
Jabe grabbed Karl out of the crater that was left by Skrie’s spell and took off into the woods, carrying his son from the scene. “I certainly appreciate your interference in the men’s assault on us,” the old man began. “What,” Skrie whipped around to face their erstwhile employer, “in the name of all the … Continue reading Half-Truths and Job Offers
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
Skrie and Malusk circled Geordo’s camp, looking for tracks to tell them which direction the kidnappers might have taken. “This way,” said Skrie, half a candlemark later. They found a path to the west of the wagon. One set of footprints, followed by two more—a collection of smaller prints and one almost as big as … Continue reading Finding the Runaway
“Somebody, please!” the old man burst into the common room as Skrie and Malusk ate breakfast and discussed what to do with their day. “Those bandits took my Precious, please someone, help me.” He traveled from table to table, imploring the diners. The pair looked at each other, and Skrie shrugged at her friend. Her … Continue reading Precious
In June of 2021, my long-distance gamer buddies and I teamed up for an online Dungeons & Dragons game. The adventure started with three of us. Two of us created our characters, and one made the world we are playing in. I decided to take a little side-step with my creation and play a healer … Continue reading Exploring Everine
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