I’ve found Lorielei a fascinating person. She started out as a character study of a someone set in their ways, reflecting on a rich, fulfilling life, and ready to settle into her closing chapters. What you’ve read so far, is the first draft of a chapter, maybe two. Loriel, Argaron, and company turned into characters … Continue reading To Be Continued
Once upon a time, I wanted to get out of the usual writing rut and write about a protagonist who isn’t a young person being called to save the world. Instead, Lorielei Alterian presented herself. Lorielei is an elven Healer with centuries of knowledge, and she is called upon to help purge relics of the … Continue reading Lorielei: Preparations
Once upon a time, I wanted to get out of the usual writing rut and write about a protagonist who isn’t a young person being called to save the world. Instead, Lorielei Alterian presented herself. Lorielei is an elven Healer with centuries of knowledge, and she is called upon to help recover relics of the … Continue reading Lorielei: The Company Gathers
This is the continuing story of Lorielei, an elven Healer with centuries of knowledge, called upon to help purge relics of the old world. The first of the cloaked figures stepped into the clearing, boots silent on the damp earth. The hood shadowed its face, but its attention settled on Lorielei like an icy hand. … Continue reading Lorielei: Facing the Unknown
Once upon a time, I wanted to get out of the usual writing rut and write about a protagonist who isn’t a young person being called to save the world. Instead, Lorielei Alterian presented herself. Lorielei is an elven Healer with centuries of knowledge, and she is called upon to help purge relics of the … Continue reading Lorielei: Into the World
Here is the conclusion of Ashja’s quest to help find Ivy's sister, Malora. Turning to the left, the party crept down the corridor. Ivy checked every step, expecting traps. She found none until they reached the intersection, some thirty paces from where they’d entered. Two doors met, one leading left, the other ahead, with a … Continue reading Ashja: Not-So Abandoned
“I wanna know what’s in that shack,” said Ivy as they sat down to the last of the evening stew. “Something about it has me gut gnawing.” “Mine too,” said Ashja, “but it’s not a feeling I can identify.” The group had arrived back at the Ink Pot just as the eighth bell rang. “Caw’s … Continue reading Ashja: Clues
This offering continues the story of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign I ran many years ago. Enjoy. The group followed Ottorio to the Crow’s Nest, a dockside sailor’s tavern. “I’m supposed ta meet him at seven bells,” said Ottorio as the first of the seven bells rang. “Good on you,” said Zantu, pushing the man … Continue reading Ashja: Realizations
After spending the better part of the afternoon chasing dead ends, the group headed back to the Ink Pot. A silhouette of the Light of the Claw stood out against the dying rays of the sun as it set in the west. As they came around the wall of Old Town, the unmistakable thwack of … Continue reading Ashja: Emeralds at Sunset
Once more, I look to a past campaign for inspiration. This continues the story of Ashja Mateyus and the city of Port Freehaven. The following morning, Sister Egathra met them after breakfast. “Sounds like there was some excitement on the docks last evening,” she said. “Was there?” asked Rayus, looking around at her companions. “Aye. … Continue reading Ashja: The Temple of Vudan
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