Qilynn Starpath watched the sailors throw heavy ropes over the rail to men waiting on the dock. They caught the arm-thick lines as they landed on the pier, wrapping them around sturdy wooden logs that disappeared into the harbor. “Drop anchor!” the captain roared. Qilynn grabbed for the rail as the ship bumped hard against … Continue reading Qilynn: Welcome to Southport
The next morning, Malusk, Skrie, and Theren sat in the common room of Ermina’s and broke their fast. Garrick had stumbled in near dawn, stinking of ale. He lay passed out in the room. Ermina, seeing Skrie’s worn vestments, directed the group to the Temple Square.“If’n yer lookin’ ta pay yer respects ta th’ goddess, … Continue reading Exploring Irewick, Part One
The group left Suncall early in the afternoon. They made their first camp at the spot where they agreed to meet Geordo. The man had moved on to Irewick, according to his message marker. As they traveled, Skrie got used to the harness she and Malusk had made in Suncall. It allowed her to ride … Continue reading The Road to Irewick
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
“Where do you think it leads?” asked Garrick. “Dunno,” replied the half-orc. “It goes down int’ th’ dark further than I c’n see.” “Let’s see what’s in the altar room,” said Theren. “What about the skeletons?” asked Skrie. “Did anyone but me notice that they didn’t react until we attacked?” asked the mage. “Er,” said … Continue reading Escape and Back Again
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