The Ring

The companions crept toward the clearing. Wood smoke scented the air as Skrie peeked out from the bushes. Karl was perched in the rocks above the camp, bow in hand. The halfling knew the man was up to no good when he nocked an arrow and pulled the bowstring. Whispering an arcane phrase, the ground … Continue reading The Ring


“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